They say "Teenagers scare the living $#!^ outta me..."
Bludhaven. A city of crime and darkness. One which, at the moment, is host to a very familiar scene. A dark alley. A happy family, just out from the movies, using it as a shortcut. A desperate man with a gun, demanding money and jewelry. It was a scene that could make heroes, or villains. However, this would not be that kind of story.
Two crimson flashes passed before the family's eyes. A razor sharp birdarang impaled itself into the mugger's hand, a second embedding itself into his shoulder and knocking him off his feet before the gun had even clattered against the ground. As the parents and their young boy looked on, a figure in red and gray landed all-too-lightly before them, turning to face them with a stern look.
"Really?" He said with a strong boroughs accent. "You're just gonna stand there? I bought you a free pass, morons. MOVE IT!" It was all the encouragement they needed, as they turned and booked back to the safety of the streetlamps. Talon turned back to the criminal, shaking his head. "Swear to god, people around here are handicapped. I mean, who, knowing what this place is like, takes their kid for a stroll down an alley at night? Am I right?" He said, now referencing the terrified would-be mugger. He scrambled backwards slightly, wincing from the pain as his movements caused the bird-shaped shuriken to tear further into the muscle.
"Please..." The lowlife said as he found himself unable to move further, hitting against a dumpster. "Don't kill me..." Talon was on him in a flash, stepping on the man's injured hand, pushing the birdarang all the way through.
"Maybe. I'm THINKING." He said, stressing the word with a wicked smile. He mockingly took up a thinking pose, tapping his finger against his chin. "Alright, how much cash you got on you?" The criminal, panicked and filled with adrenaline, quickly reached into his back pocket with his free hand and tossed his wallet. Talon caught it and removed the cash, a twenty and two ones. "Well, this'll barely cover my meals tomorrow. Alright, scumbag, here's how it works: You're gonna go turn your lousy self into the pigs, and if I ever see you pulling this shit again, I will kill you. Got it?" He pulled the mugger to his feet and shoved the wallet into his stomach cruelly. The criminal grunted loudly, but nodded as he grabbed the wallet and ran off. Talon stood now, tucking the profits into his utility belt. Little did he know someone had arrived for the last bit of his little show...
Two crimson flashes passed before the family's eyes. A razor sharp birdarang impaled itself into the mugger's hand, a second embedding itself into his shoulder and knocking him off his feet before the gun had even clattered against the ground. As the parents and their young boy looked on, a figure in red and gray landed all-too-lightly before them, turning to face them with a stern look.
"Really?" He said with a strong boroughs accent. "You're just gonna stand there? I bought you a free pass, morons. MOVE IT!" It was all the encouragement they needed, as they turned and booked back to the safety of the streetlamps. Talon turned back to the criminal, shaking his head. "Swear to god, people around here are handicapped. I mean, who, knowing what this place is like, takes their kid for a stroll down an alley at night? Am I right?" He said, now referencing the terrified would-be mugger. He scrambled backwards slightly, wincing from the pain as his movements caused the bird-shaped shuriken to tear further into the muscle.
"Please..." The lowlife said as he found himself unable to move further, hitting against a dumpster. "Don't kill me..." Talon was on him in a flash, stepping on the man's injured hand, pushing the birdarang all the way through.
"Maybe. I'm THINKING." He said, stressing the word with a wicked smile. He mockingly took up a thinking pose, tapping his finger against his chin. "Alright, how much cash you got on you?" The criminal, panicked and filled with adrenaline, quickly reached into his back pocket with his free hand and tossed his wallet. Talon caught it and removed the cash, a twenty and two ones. "Well, this'll barely cover my meals tomorrow. Alright, scumbag, here's how it works: You're gonna go turn your lousy self into the pigs, and if I ever see you pulling this shit again, I will kill you. Got it?" He pulled the mugger to his feet and shoved the wallet into his stomach cruelly. The criminal grunted loudly, but nodded as he grabbed the wallet and ran off. Talon stood now, tucking the profits into his utility belt. Little did he know someone had arrived for the last bit of his little show...