Post by Faunwen on Jun 26, 2009 19:05:37 GMT -5
Robin had been working late on a project in the art rooms, and was just now heading home. Walking through the dark streets of Walsh city, mostly deserted now for the night, he heard sounds of violence from a sidestreet ahead. Sighing, he stuck his head around the corner and looked to see what was happening. Reshaping his eyes to an owl's, to better see in the darkness, he saw a pair of thugs in the process of mugging a young woman, a couple of years older than himself. He rolled his eyes, set his satchel on the ground, and walked down the alley.
"Honestly, can't you make cash the normal way, like everyone else? Why do you have to grab some poor woman off the streets. Go on, let her go."
The thugs looked round. "This is none of your business, miss. Run away now, and we won't have to hurt you."
"Oh, very intimidating. Look, get lost, you two. Go on." He kept on advancing up the alley. The toughs looked a each other and one of them drew a knife.
"Lady thinks she's a hero, Joe. Looks like we got two pretties tonight. Do you want to stick her, or shall I?"
"You can do the honours, Rich."
The thug grinned, and lunged forwards with the knife. He was very surprised when it skated off the blond figure's suddenly green and scaly skin. Robin looked down.
"Oh, come off it. This shirt cost me twenty five bucks! And two things - one, I'm a man, not a lady, and two, I am a hero. Superhero, in fact. Now, let's have that knife."
His arms bulged with muscle as he reached forward and plucked the knife from the thug's hand and tossed it behind him. He reached out with suddenly massive hands, and grabbed the toughs, tucking one of them under each arm as easily as he'd heft his satchel.
"Terribly sorry about this, miss. I'll take these down to the police station - if you could come with me and give your statement? Thanks. Could you grab my bag for me? It's just down there. Yes, that's it."
He smiled reassuringly - or as reassuringly as is possible when you're covered in scales and have arms like a gorilla's. The woman seemed to go along with it anyway, too shellshocked to react to what had just happened.
"Honestly, can't you make cash the normal way, like everyone else? Why do you have to grab some poor woman off the streets. Go on, let her go."
The thugs looked round. "This is none of your business, miss. Run away now, and we won't have to hurt you."
"Oh, very intimidating. Look, get lost, you two. Go on." He kept on advancing up the alley. The toughs looked a each other and one of them drew a knife.
"Lady thinks she's a hero, Joe. Looks like we got two pretties tonight. Do you want to stick her, or shall I?"
"You can do the honours, Rich."
The thug grinned, and lunged forwards with the knife. He was very surprised when it skated off the blond figure's suddenly green and scaly skin. Robin looked down.
"Oh, come off it. This shirt cost me twenty five bucks! And two things - one, I'm a man, not a lady, and two, I am a hero. Superhero, in fact. Now, let's have that knife."
His arms bulged with muscle as he reached forward and plucked the knife from the thug's hand and tossed it behind him. He reached out with suddenly massive hands, and grabbed the toughs, tucking one of them under each arm as easily as he'd heft his satchel.
"Terribly sorry about this, miss. I'll take these down to the police station - if you could come with me and give your statement? Thanks. Could you grab my bag for me? It's just down there. Yes, that's it."
He smiled reassuringly - or as reassuringly as is possible when you're covered in scales and have arms like a gorilla's. The woman seemed to go along with it anyway, too shellshocked to react to what had just happened.