I never created Batman TAS characters.
The Sewer King glowered and walked by many shops. He remembered waiting for his many children to return from stealing lots and lots of pretties recently. The other memory? His body trembling with rage. The Sewer King was never willing to return to the streets. Return to the ones attacking a poverty-stricken man two weeks ago. Throwing sticks at him. Forcing him to flee to the sewer. Forcing him to use children to pick pockets.
The Sewer King glanced at the dark sky. At least the sun wasn't present. The light capable of hurting his eyes. Causing him to weaken for a short time.
The Sewer King's eyes were on empty streets. One corner of his mouth went up. Perhaps he was able to find his children without others shunning him another time. So he guessed.
*Most people are going to hurt a poverty-stricken man again. Yes. Yes. Yes. They are. They are.*
The sight of a well-dressed man was why the Sewer King tilted his head to one side.
Glowering again, the Sewer King tensed. He watched while the man carried three wrapped boxes by buildings. *The man is too busy to attack me. Yes. Yes. Yes. He is. He is.*
One new smile appeared on the Sewer King's face. Perhaps the man was also too busy to notice him picking pockets. Stealing any pretties. The Sewer King followed the man. He wiggled his fingers near him. He blinked repeatedly after he heard footsteps. One glance back.
Three young men stood near the Sewer King and smiled. Expressions of people up to no good. Expressions of people wishing to hurt others.
''You're not going to pick pockets when you're unconscious,'' one man said to the wide-eyed Sewer King.
The two other men struck their palms.