Tonight, there was a man... a very strange man, who did all he could to get my attention during my patrol. He finally succeeded when he set fire to a gas station, the resulting explosion much more intrusive than a phone call.
I swung down from up high and landed right in front of him. As I stood to my full height, wrapped in my cloak, and glared down on him, I growled at him to speak.
"Speak miscreant!" said I. "Or know the fury with which I shall unleash my fists upon thee!"
He seemed to have been in his own little world for he tilted his head, his face gleaming white like a porcelain doll, and with a twisted smile upon his lips, he asked, "Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moon light?"
I had no choice but to plant my size 10 boots into what passed for his blank stare.
"The only dancing I do with punks like you is SLAM Dancing!" I told him.
It wasn't long before Metro City's finest were on the scene wrapping up the baddie. I helped the Firefighters clear out the area while they tackled the flames. Those are definitely men and women worthy of respect!
"Say what, Jack?!" asked Orion when I filled him in on the story. "Dancing Devils in the Moonlight? What kind of candy-assed bad-guy threat is that to say to a super-hero!?"
I must admit, I had to agree with him there.
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