A/N: Monologues will be in italics, as it is being said mentally. Hulk is also using his Joe Fixit persona for more realism, as there's little to no supernatural elements in the Sin City universe. Enjoy!

-Streets of Sin City-

A large grey skinned giant of a man is walking along a long sidewalk of Sin City, heavy rain pouring onto him and drenching him everywhere. He is wearing a fedora hat, a business suit and pants, heavy boots, and large white gloves on his massive hands.

Basin City, though around the world it's more popularly known as Sin City. Heh. It certainly lives up to the name. I can't go a city block without running into a gangbanger, murderer, drug dealer or rapist. Not that it matters. I'm bulletproof, and one punch from me will land you either in the intensive care unit or the morgue. I just arrived here. The name's Joe Fixit. But I'm not here to fix this broken excuse of a city. I'm just trying to get by in a city that I felt I'd fit right in with. I heard of a place called Kadie's Club Pecos. It's a bar filled with alcohol and hot women. Two of my favorite things.

Kadie's Club Pecos

Joe Fixit walks into the bar. Beautiful women in leather bras and pants walk around, passing drinks and meals to several people, most of which were thugs and jerks looking for a good time. In the center of the building, a blond woman is dressed as a sexy cowgirl, swinging a lasso around as she sways her slender hips from side to side. Joe was mesmerized. He snapped himself out of his mesmerized state long enough to find an empty booth in the corner of the bar and sat down.

Wow...That girl is something. Every time she swings those hips, it makes me want to grab her and do bad things to her. Things that'd make most women shudder at the thought of it. Women always drove me crazy. I get interrupted by a waitress with curly blond hair in a leather bra that doesn't fit around her breasts all the way. She brings me a basket of chicken tenders and fries as well as a large mug of beer. Beer is like liquid gold to me.

"Miss, who's the pretty dame on the stage?" Joe asks the waitress.

"Oh, that's Nancy. She's new here, but the customers seem to like her. You seem like a nice guy, with that monkey suit, white gloves and that hat." She says, giggling. "Not a lot of nice guys here in Sin City." She adds.

Joe nods. "Thanks. I appreciate the compliment, Miss...?"

The waitress smiles. "Shellie. My name is Shellie, handsome. Enjoy your meal. Oh, and...welcome to Sin City." She smiles before walking away, letting Joe set his eyes on Nancy, who ditched the lasso and began rubbing her small, slim hands on her body, which were adorned by a bristle covered bra and leather pants. Joe smiled as he took a large swig of his beer, enjoying the show. Every second of it...

-Later-

After the bar closes for the night, Joe leaves the bar, satisfied by the meal. Off in the distance, he sees Nancy, now wearing a black fur coat over her slim body. Joe notices a thug sneak up on her and put his hand on her mouth and drag her behind the bar.

Bad mistake, dirtbag. If there's one thing I hate, it's when men victimize women. Like hell am I going to let you do whatever sick crap you're into. I follow the punk. He has Nancy hanging from a lamp post by her wrists with chains, and her legs are duct taped together. Even her mouth is covered. The cretin thought of everything. He draws a whip and lashes it across her belly several times. Red marks appear where she was hit. I can hear muffled groaning and screaming from her as he drops the whip and takes off her left boot, revealing a bare foot. He whips out a feather and rubs it against her foot. Nancy screams in protest through the tape covering her mouth. She's ticklish. She screams in agony as the jerk cackles like a witch at Nancy's suffering. He rubs faster as Nancy thrashes, but it's in vain. She can't escape, let alone fight back.

Joe intervenes, getting the thugs attention when he starts tickling Nancy's foot with his fingers, receiving intense muffled laughter from Nancy. He swings the thug around to make him look at him before punching him in the face, knocking him out instantly.

Punk. You're lucky I held back, otherwise you'd be dead.

Joe walks over to the bound Nancy and slowly lowers her to the ground before removing the chains and duct tape that restrained her. He holds her bridal style as he walks down a sidewalk. He noticed that she was unconcious, but still breathing.

Don't worry, kid. I'll take you home...wherever that is.

As Joe carries Nancy, three thugs slowly follow him. One is armed with a wooden baseball bat, while the other two carry a hooked chain and a machete, respectively.

Amateurs. They don't know who I am. If they did, they wouldn't be following us at all.

Joe laid Nancy's unconcious body against a wall as he turned around to face the trio. The man with the bat swung it at Joe's head, which shattered into tiny pieces upon hitting him. Joe headbutted him in response, knocking him out cold. The man with the hooked chain swung at Joe, who leaned his head back. The thug missed, embedding the hook into the wall. Joe hits him with a left punch, taking him down. The final goon swung his machete at Joe. He actually catches the blade with his hand before breaking the thugs arm by punching out his elbow and pressing his face to the wall. With the thugs taken care of, he lifted Nancy off the ground again and carried her the rest of the way home.

-Nancy's House-

Joe carries Nancy to her house, unlocking the door and taking her to her bedroom and laying her on her comfortable bed. As he began to walk away, he heard the hammer of a magnum click. He turned around to see Nancy sitting up, aiming the aforementioned magnum at him. He scoffed, as no firearm could hurt him, let alone anything at all.

"Really? I save your life, and you thank me by pointing a gun at me?" Joe says.

"This is Sin City. For all I know, you tried to rape me in my sleep. Why'd you take me home?" Nancy asks, still pointing the gun at him.

"I saved you from some creep who grabbed you and tied you to a lamp post. He whipped you and tickled you." Joe says.

"Tickled me?! Why'd he do that?" Nancy asked.

Joe shrugged. "Don't know, don't care. You mind putting the gun down?"

"Oh! Sorry." Nancy said as she lowered the gun, deciding that she could trust Joe. "Thanks for saving me."

"Wouldn't have been right to leave you behind." Joe says.

Nancy smiles in response. "My name is Nancy. Nancy Callahan."

Joe smiles. "I know. I was watching you dance."

"Oh. W-What'd you think of the show?" Nancy asked, a light flirtatious smile appearing on her face; she was always happy to meet an admirer.

"Oh...You danced like you were born to do it." Joe said, grinning while he tries not to speak his true feelings to the beautiful woman.

"Thanks..."

-Author's Note-

Hope you enjoy this first chapter. I can update it if you want. Hulk will be referred to as Joe throughout the story. Sorry if it confuses you. If it does, I can have him prefer to be called Hulk instead.

Expect Joe Fixit to run into the Roark family as well as the residents of Old Town at some point in the story.

Stay tuned for more!