Vibrant purple erupted from Virgil Hawkins. Once again he found himself face to face with Francis or "Hotstreak" as he liked to be called now.
"You're about to be roasted alive Static!" bellowed Hotstreak. As usual Hotstreak was too quick to resort to rash, angry flaming shots. Hotstreak's hands were engulfed in flames Virgil was so used to dodging. Virgil had been accustomed to being called "Static" now. He has been fighting crime for at least four years now.
When he first received his powers he had thought the idea of fighting crime was fun. He even stupidly marveled in his ability to impress Frieda, a girl he liked back then. He remembers hanging up lights for the school then and stopping small time criminals like ferret. Now however he faces true sociopaths like Hotstreak.
Hotstreak has been in Virgil's nightmares more than once. He still remembers the last time Hotstreak escaped from prison, the corpses he left behind were still burned into Virgil's eyelids, the smell of burnt flesh in his nostrils. This time Virgil wanted to flood Hotstreak with electricity until his heart stops.
Virgil struck back at Hotstreak. Virgil's alter ego Static seemed to stop him from making his strikes fatal. Instead of hitting Hotstreak, he shot the fire hydrant near Hotstreak, dousing him in cool water and rendering his powers useless.
Virgil knew that every time he faced some of his worst enemies he found it harder and harder to only incapacitate them. Maybe he needed to take some time to look inside himself.
A black figure distracted Virgil for a moment. This was the third night in a row. Virgil knew Batman was in Dakota because of a threat to the mayor by Joker but Batman had solved that case on the first night. In fact, Static himself was there to help him but since then Virgil has felt his watchful eye on him.
This time Static was going to handle this personally. He looked at the shadowy figure and gestured toward a rooftop. He then landed.
Its then that he heard the familiar sound of the bat claw pulling its passenger up. "Good evening Virgil," the deep voice behind him said.
Virgil turned and saw him, a tall, broad shoulder man. He hasn't seen him in a while but he had no problem recalling the physique of the only founding member of the Justice League without any super powers. Batman was still just as muscular as he remembered.
"Hello, Bruce," Virgil almost said but Batman's demeanor did not seem playful nor was it casual. However, this was normal to the Dark knight.
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