A red and yellow blur weaves across the rooftops. Moving like some great agile beast. He stops. A scream has split the air.
Oh wait that was me. Back to me.
What does he seek? Is it... justice? Is it... fame? Is it... Ooh, what's that?! Jack Ryder, journalist, tv icon, and all around one-cool-dude, is out on the town as his most favorite of alter
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She remains in a combat stance, waiting to see if she needs to save the mugger from the strange yellow-skinned man.
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The Creeper grinds his fist of almighty justice into the thick skull of evil!
...Oh... why...
"Hello BABY..."
Dropping the battered form of the evildoer, the hero strides confidently towards the fair maiden he has saved.
"New in town cutie? As you can see, clearly not..." He backhands a thug rushing at him with a switchblade, sending them into a wall. "-- the nicest of places. Need a walk home? Or a live-in guard dog?" :D
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"Distraction," he reprimands, chinning a second into a pile of oil barrels as he places around two hundred and fifty pounds of kevlar and muscle between the gang and the victims.
He understands her concern, though. The sight of that demented grin in Gotham is rarely a cause for celebration.
"We already have one Bat-hound, Creeper," he rumbles to the altruistic psychopath.
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The sight of his time-honored ally against evil propels the valliant hero to heights of great joy and brotherhood!
He ran towards Batman, trampling over another of the thugs apparently too stupid to just leave. And he.... hugged him. "It's been too long buddy! Did you miss me?"
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