FFN summary: Divine Case File #1. Heiji's called in for an unorthodox locked room mystery, but as he soon finds out, the room is far from locked, a poisonous secret threatens to kill everybody involved, and 'divine' intervention may be the only thing that can help Hattori deduce the true culprit.

AO3 summary: Divine Case File #1. When Keiji Sashimoto is killed in one of the bizarrest locked room mysteries to grace Kyoto PD, the Great Detective of the West is called in to reason out the culprit. However, things turn deadly when the investigation team and the suspects become trapped in the room filled with dense toxicgas. With minutes on the clock and lives on the line, Hattori must use logic, reasoning and a little magic to solve the mystery behind his trickiest case yet.

GA: KANSAI BEN IS AMAZING. I CAN'T READ A SINGLE WORD THAT I TYPED UP FOR DIALOGUE.

If you're reading this before you read chapter 3 of Divine, I'd advise you to go back and read that. If you haven't read Divine at all, then I'd advise you to go do that. Otherwise, enjoy!

DIVINE CASE FILES: PAINTED MEMORIES, THE TRICK ROOM MURDER CASE

"Heiji, are ya even listenin' ta me?" Heiji Hattori groaned and rubbed a palm over his face in aggravation as he was heckled yet again by his best friend Kazuha Toyama. He had tried to escape to the rooftop for lunch, but it seemed that he couldn't get any peace and quiet while she was around. "You've been actin' really weird, ya know. First ya don't show up fer trainin', and now yer so spacey. Ya haven't even told me what was on yer mind back when-"

He cut her off with an exaggerated yawn, stretching his arms upwards and lacing his fingers behind his head. "Ya were chit-chattin' bout that new book ya bought, don't act like I can't follow a conversation w'out interruptin' ya." Even though the truth was that he wasn't following the conversation; it was Wednesday, and he was still thinking about his run-in with the other detectives, and supposed phantom thief, three days ago. He had simply inferred that Kazuha was talking about the book that she was clutching in her hands, knuckles white from holding it so tightly. That meant she was either excited about it, or angry at it for some reason, and either option was reason enough for her to be telling him about it. Judging by her put out reaction, he was right, too. "I had a case come up this weekend, 'kay? 'Nd I got enough trainin' then without havin' ta doubletime with ya, too." Not a lie, this time, since he had managed a strike or two on Hakuba with his bokken before getting concussed against a brick wall. He deemed it proper training, considering how awfully painful it was to get nearly impaled with icicles. "Ya don't hafta worry 'bout me all the time, y'know."

"It's m' job ta worry aboutcha, idjit!" Kazuha gestured angrily at his bandaged shoulder, the only remaining physical evidence of his meeting over the weekend. "Didja get that at yer last case, huh? Can't even take care of yerself, I swear ta god, years a' kendo andja can't even-!" She rolled her eyes dramatically and threw her hands in the air, ready to tell him off for his latest blunder. However, the ringing of Heiji's phone cut her off, and Heiji had it up to his ear before she could even think about telling him to reject the call.

"Y'ello?" Kazuha watched as Heiji's facial expression went through a variety of phases. Neutrality melted into interest, which in turn made way for the crinkling of his forehead as concern took over. "I'll be right there. Nah, dun' worry 'bout it. Teach'll know what ta do."

He tried to sweep past Kazuha, but the powerful grip on his good shoulder was enough to stop him. "A case?" Her voice was eerily steady, and he grinned nervously at her before nodding.

"Yeh. A case."

If he had thought that her calm voice was scary, then her sweet smile was downright terrifying. "'Kay then, let's get goin'."

"'Scuse me?"

"Ya heard me." The smile dropped from her face, replaced by a scowl as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. "If yer too dumb ta keep yerself safe durin' cases, then I'll hafta just be there to protect yer arse when ya do somethin' stupid."

"I do keep m'self safe, idjit!" Heiji protested, wrestling out of her grip and storming down the stairwell, even with Kazuha hot on his heels. "I'm still alive, aren't I? I can take care a' m'self just fine!" Hell, if he was being honest with himself, he'd probably be able to take care of himself even better if he ever managed to get his metal abilities under full control. Not that he was going to tell her that, of course.

She snorted in response as they left the school, earning confused glances from some of the upperclassmen they passed on the way. "Then how 'bout this, ya jerk. If y' can prove that yer not gonna get yerself killed early, and that y' can take care a' yerself, then I'll letcha alone. But if not, then I get ta go ta all a' yer cases 'til yer dead."

"Fine," Heiji accepted without a second thought, already pulling his motorcycle helmet on and tossing the second to Kazuha. "But I'mma show ya that I can take care a' m'self, and then you'll hafta stay offa my back ferever." As soon as Kazuha was settled on the back of his bike, the motor roared to life, and Heiji rolled his eyes as Kazuha's hold around his stomach tightened. "Ya can't even handle the damned engine, ya think ya can deal with a case?"

"Shaddup!"

The Sashimoto residence was obscenely large for a family of three, and the fact that it was built completely by the owner of the house - and the victim in question - himself didn't work against Heiji's assertion. Already gathered within the office that the vic, Keiji Sashimoto, was killed in were the inspectors assigned to the case, as well as the suspects who had been in the house at the time of the murder.

The first and most likely culprit in the investigators' eyes was Keiji's wife, the famous hair stylist with her own brand line, Amu Sashimoto, one of the two who had discovered the body. She had been the last person seen leaving the office, but what was baffling was that the approximated time of death was a good three hours after she left, and the knife in his chest had been determined as the cause of death, which meant an immediate death.

("What else would it be, huh?")

("Shaddup, Kazuha!")

The other woman to find the corpse, as well as another suspect, was Akira Miura, an up and coming pop star ten years younger than Sashimoto-han. Her reason for visiting had been incriminating in itself, seeing as right before Keiji's death, Akira had told him that she was going to tell Amu about the affair they were having. He had taken it poorly, Akira had explained, but didn't try to stop her. That was why she was with Amu when she had gone to confront her husband about the ordeal - and found him dead in his seat.

The third suspect was Amu and Keiji's son, Hiro. it was well known that Hiro had a rocky relationship with his dad, especially concerning the boy's future - he wanted to go to medical school, but his father insisted that he run the family company, the Sashimoto conglomerate, instead. However, Hiro claimed that he and his father had found a happy medium, despite the stubborn streak that the two shared, so Hiro had no motive to kill him. He was low on the list.

And then there was the butler, Kaoru Fujihashi. He had no external conflicts with the man who hired him, as he was treated well and paid well above required wage, but he had let slip that he was to be included in the man's will, for a total sum of over ten million yen. Kaoru's family was middle class, and not struggling with income, but their daughter was in need of a lung transplant, one that cost well over their combined salaries. With Sashimoto's death, he would have more than enough to give his girl a second chance at life.

"Okay, but where's the evidence?" Thus was Heiji's first question as soon as he was debriefed by one of the rookied on the scene. "W'out evidence, ya just got motives, and that ain't gonna stand up in court." He was led over to the corpse, which still hadn't been moved since, as it was well-known within Kyoto PD, Heiji worked best with an untouched crime scene. The body was facing away from the door, towards the painting on the far wall, and his office chair was facing the same way.

He almost forgot that Kazuha had decided to tag along, too absorbed in the case already, until she made her presence well known by clearing her throat as he reached for the knife in the victim's gut. "Heiji," she warned him.

"I know what I'm doin', damnit," he shot back, glowering at her as the other officers snickered at the duo. "Ya know it ain't my first time 'round a knife. Ya need ta chill." Kazuha had to be physically restrained by several cops before she could beat her best friend to death. He went along with the investigation, practically unperturbed by her actions as his eyes scanned the length of the knife. "No inconsistencies," he commented idly. "Nothin's outta place, and it doesn't look like it can come apart." He grasped the wooden handle firmly, trying to separate it from the metal blade that he held with a handkerchief. "Nah, the handle's stuck tight."

He gave it one more swift tug, but the blade slipped out of his grip, and he felt a sharp sting as metal connected with his arm-

-except it didn't. Heiji was glad that he was crouching away from the officers, or they would have seen how the blade seemed to melt its way around his wrist, bending so that it touched, but didn't slice all the way through, his arm. A sigh of relief left Heiji's mouth, but was replaced with a grunt as an unfamiliar feeling washed through him. His senses felt invaded, his sight clouding over and his touch going numb, taste and smell melding into each other. Suddenly, he wasn't there, but...

...but he was. He was crouched on the same floor, but everything was a blur around him, and the man he was leaning over was still bleeding out, blood not dry, with another figure standing over him. "You bastard." He couldn't identify the person's voice, too warped by the metal ringing in his ears - what the hell was that noise? - but he could make out enough detail in the mystery person's visage to ascertain their identity. He watched as they turned around, not towards the exit, but towards...

Ah. So that was how it was.

"Oooooooi, Heiji!" His mind snapped back to the present as Kazuha bellowed in his ear, and he clutched it, wincing at her volume. "If yer that outta it, then we should just get outta here-"

"No," he replied firmly, a sharp glint in his eyes as he dropped the knife still cradled in his hands. "I think I mighta thought of a lead, and I ain't leavin' 'til this case is closed." Not that he had a tangible lead, of course. As exciting as a revelation it was, psychometry wouldn't hold up in court. But the vision did reveal something interesting that he had to investigate.

The painting behind Sashimoto-han was large, a landscape of the small eastern village that he hailed from before moving to Osaka. It was large enough to cover the entirety of Sashimoto's desk - and large enough for somebody to slip through. The culprit, Heiji determined as his hands slipped down the sides of the frame, looking for something, had to have known that the painting was special, a trick door to pass through the office without being discovered. And of course, the reason for there to be a trick door at all was...

"Aha, found it." He allowed himself a moment of triumph before pressing a knuckle against a button on the painting's elaborate frame. The painting itself shifted ever so slightly, and he pushed against it, showing how it began to revolve, hinges squeaking against each other at the top and bottom of the frame. As soon as it had made a full rotation, the painting settled once again, locking itself back into place. "I told ya I had a lead."

Kazuha gave him a suspicious glare, and it took Heiji a bit more effort than usual not to wither under it. "And how'd ya know that was there, huh?"

"...intuition?" He swallowed thickly at Kazuha's intense stare, only relaxing as she huffed angrily and turned away. It wasn't like he could tell her that he had a vision, or anything close to that. He wasn't sure which would be worse, Kazuha thinking that he had finally gone crazy, or her believing him and expecting the full truth from his mouth.

But that wasn't important at the moment, what was was figuring out how to pin the murder on the culprit. He pressed the button once more, letting the picture come to a stop halfway between open and closed. He peered down the long hallway concealed by the picture and glanced back at the investigators. "Can we dust fer prints? I've got a sneakin' suspicion we'll find the culp's fingers all over the inside a' this tunnel - specifically behind tha paintin'. 'S how they committed the murder, after all." He looked at each of the suspects in turn, analyzing each one of them equally despite his head start on the answer of whodunnit. "And would any a' ya like ta tell me why ya didn't tell us there was a trap door like this?"

Hiro was the first to speak up, from the left corner of the room. "I didn't know it was there," he objected angrily, "since dad would never let me in here without his supervision anyways. Why the hell is it in a place like this, anyways?"

"You father was a very eccentric man," Fujihashi-han butted in, letting a hand linger on Hiro's shoulder solemnly. It was the only way to describe the butler, his entire being the epitome of solemnity. "He built this house himself, every brick came from his hands and his alone." He sighed deeply. "I knew about the trap door, but I didn't think it had anything to do with the case. As far as I knew, I was the only person to know about it."

"No, I knew about it as well." Akira interrupted, face desolate. "It's...it's the reason our affair had been so well hidden. With a door with only one key and no way for any guests to leave without being visible to the rest of the house...it was the perfect cover." She held up a hand to stifle a hiccup as tears began to drip down her cheeks. "I-I'm sorry...I should have mentioned it, but..."

"it's not your fault, Miura-san," Amu turned to comfort the distraught woman, even as she tried to hold back tears herself. "It's all stressful, you shouldn't blame yourself..." She turned back to Heiji to explain. "Keiji was always a fan of tricks and riddles. I should have known that he would put some into the house when he built it...I'm so stupid for not realizing it sooner." She went back to comforting Akira, and the two dropped to the ground, leaning against the wall as they consoled each other.

Heiji didn't respond, simply gauging everybody's responses. They were all to be expected, even the culprit fit the profile that he had constructed from a simple vision. That made it easier, though, since everything was going according to plan. All they had to do was wait for a fingerprint analysis, and it would be said and done. Ah yes, he could picture it already, the sight of Kazuha having to leave him alone, the smell of victory and freshly-mowed grass, the taste of-

Wait, grass?

An almost imperceptible scent alerted him to the first major problem, followed by a beeping that grew in magnitude until it was blaring loudly throughout the room. The painting snapped shut, and wouldn't budge despite how hard Kazuha pressed the button on the frame. "I guess this wasn't just an office," Heiji said, trying to calm down both her and the other officers. "Looks like he prepared for everythin'. A safe room with a trap door, ingenious."

However, the smell of mowed grass still wafted through the air, and Heiji glanced around the room until a small trickle of pale yellow caught his attention, barely noticeable from the crack in the wall that it was coming from. "Grass, grass, grass...phosgene!" He cussed under his breath before raising his voice. It was vital that everybody listen to him. "Everybody get up, we've got a gas leak-!"

He pulled Akira and Amu to their feet, and the officers that had been lower to the ground did the same as Heiji barked out orders. "Stay away from that far wall," he said sharply, pointing over to where a pale gas was pooling and spreading out against the floor. "The stuff's phosgene, heavier than air but deadly if ya breathe it in. It doesn't look like it's comin' in too fast, but..." Yeah, his assumptions were right. The crack in the wall had grown larger in the few moments he took his eyes off of it, which meant that the leak was going to be growing larger as well. Exponentially so. Shit. And the office wasn't too large to begin with, either, plus no ventilation..."I'm gonna estimate thirty minutes 'til the pipe bursts an' we end up w'out oxygen, so we've gotta hurry." He didn't mention how painful phosgene was to inhale; any more distractions, and they would be panicking more than thinking.

"Heiji, the door's completely sealed shut!" Kazuha cried from where she was working furiously to open the door. He growled in response, feeling platinum crawl up against his skin. He tried to push the feeling back down - not now, Byakko, not in front of 'Zuha - and instead tried to look for a different exit. He still had time, he couldn't resort to breaking out his powers, not yet...

"Fujihashi-han," his attention turned to the butler. "You knew that there was a trap door, right? Didja know about the safe room, too?" He nodded quickly, not wasting any time in answering the question. "Is there anything ya can remember about how ta get out? A keycode, or a password or somethin'?"

He quickly scrambled to find the right words. "I-I think he said something about a combination, but I don't know where a keypad is. It would probably be-"

"Over there." Amu gestured over to where a Ming vase was innocently standing on a pedestal. "He used it before, a week ago I think when I was in the room, but it didn't do anything too spectacular. I thought it was just for show, but if it could help..."

"It's damn better than nothin'," Heiji agreed before tossing the expensive vase to a nearby officer and inspecting the pedestal. Indeed, there was a numpad on the top of it, where the vase had once been placed, along with a series of rectangles. "Four spaces, four numbers. Should be a piece a' cake."

He ran a finger over the numbers, frowning slightly at the texture of the buttons. They were plastic, not metal, so psychometry was out of the question. Still, there had to be a way to decipher the code somehow.

"Sashimoto-han, when was your husband's birthday?"

"January 24th."

He tried 0124. Nothing. "Damnit. Your birthday?"

"October second."

1002. Nothing. "Your son's birthday?"

Hiro piped up. "December 30th."

1230 turned up with no results. "Damnit! There's gotta be somethin' we're missin'-!"

A crackling sound filled the air, and bits of plaster fell to the ground as the crack in the wall suddenly doubled, yellow gas pouring out of it even faster than before. Heiji vaguely noted that the gas was up to his calves, and was thankful for the autumn wear that everybody was wearing - at least the leggings and long jeans would protect everybody from the worst of the gas's effects on skin. Still, it meant that they were running out of time, and he had been working under pressure in the first place. It was no time for the damned tricks-

"Fujihashi-han," he said immediately, the wheels in his mind turning a way that he really hoped wasn't the case. "You said that Sashimoto-han was a fan a' tricks 'nd riddles, right?" Kaoru nodded tentatively, and Heiji snorted, leaning over the keypad. The snort led to another, followed by two more, until Heiji was practically doubled over with laughter, the concept of not the time absent in favor of hysteria. "I swear ta god, if yer the one ta get us outta this mess," he said out loud, "I'm gonna kiss ya on the lips when we get outta here-!"

He punched four numbers in quick succession, almost losing it when the beeping in the air stopped and a suctioning sound was heard. Even as both the phosgene and the people filtered out of the room, he remained in place, sniggering. The only one still in the office by the time he managed to regain his breath was Kazuha, who was looking at him strangely. "What tha hell was that for, huh? Have all those dead bodies fin'lly caught up ta ya?"

Heiji wiped a tear out of his eye as he followed her out of the room, still smirking. "Nothin' too drastic, idjit. Geez, ya worry too much. Anyways, I still need ta make my deduction, ya know." He flicked her in the forehead before sauntering over to where the rest of the group was.

"Well, fellas, this has been an interestin' case, but I think it's 'bout time a wrap it up." The officers looked at him expectantly, and he tilted his hat ever so slightly forward before continuing. "The whole phosgene trick was clever on yer part, but also just tha piece a' info I needed ta figure out that it was you who killed the victim..."

"...Sashimoto-han." His finger pointed unwaveringly towards Amu Sashimoto, who stared at him in shock. "Easy enough with the trapdoor and the knife, don'tcha think?"

"Excuse me?" She gaped at him before confusion turned to anger. "Are you insinuating that I killed my own husband? I would do no such thing-! I didn't even know about the door-"

"Until recently, right?" Heiji smirked in response. "Ya claimed that ya were stupid for not realizin' it sooner. It took ya a while, but ya managed to figure it out, right? That yer ol' hubby was havin' an affair, that he could bring in any woman without ya noticin'. It was all so simple, and ya didn't even know it until, what, last week? I'unno." He shrugged. "I'm assumin' that was 'bout the time he used the keypad in front a' ya, which woulda tipped ya off that somethin' was different about the office.

"A' course the keypad did nothin' interestin', since there was nothin' for it ta do at the time. But I'd bet anything that it was enough for ya ta figure it and the fact that Miura-han had contacted ya last night ta confess ta the affair." He smirked and held out the murder weapon, the knife that he had picked up on his way out of the room. upon further inspection, the metal was reminiscent of a decorative sword, steel and platinum rolled into one without much thought of concentrations or effectiveness, but it had done its job well enough. "Ya found the backdoor that led outta the house, the one connected ta the office's trapdoor, and ya snuck up behind yer husband 'nd stabbed 'im."

Amu's frown deepened. "Coincidental information at best! Even if I did figure out that my husband was having an affair, anybody could have killed him if they knew that the door was there! That knife could be from anywhere!"

"Sashimoto-san was turned ta face the trap door, which, if ya remember from before, squeaks loudly when it turns. In other words, he noticed somebody comin' inta the room. However, if the culprit knew that the door existed before tha murder, then they woulda known that the hinges squeaked, and woulda used some oil ta get rid a' the noise to sneak up on Sashimoto-han." His eyes turned sharp as he continued, his deduction almost nearly complete. "Since it was yer first time ta use tha door, ya didn't know, and yer hubby dearest turned ta see who was coming inta the room - just as ya struck 'im down."

"That's good and all," one of the officers interrupted him, "but it's all coincidental. Isn't there anything more defining? We need hard evidence to convict."

"I know, stop interruptin' me!" Heiji hissed, and the officer backed off, slightly put out by the teen's impatience. "As I was sayin', ya struck 'im down. But a' course, ya knew we would find out 'bout the hidden entrance-" which they wouldn't have if it wasn't for his damn psychometry, "-so ya set up a trap. A pipe full a' phosgene would be enough ta get away with murder, right? Y'already killed yer husband, what's a few more innocents?" He snorted. "Phosgene, as ya should know, is used in makin' plastics and dyes - somethin' that you, Sashimoto-han, are very aware of. Ya run yer own brand line, right? Gettin' yer hands on enough phosgene fer murder should be simple enough." He paused, frowning as he realized something just a bit too late. "And ya didn't know what the code was ta get outta the safe room, which meant that...ya were plannin' on goin' down with us."

Amu had been quiet for a while, but finally nodded, clutching her fists tightly. "You're right. I was going to kill everybody here, myself included. After all, what's the use when I killed my husband and was going to rot in jail anyways?" Heiji made to calm her down, but she glanced up wildly and, in one fluid motion, grabbed a pair of scissors from within the folds of her clothing. "I'm going to die anyways," she proclaimed, holding the scissors against her chest, "so I might as well do it now-!"

Three things happened at once, three distinct movements that Heiji could sense with every fibre of his being. Two officers moved to tackle Sashimoto-han, the other three civilians moved away from the crazed woman, and the dagger in Heiji's hand fell.

In the blink of an eye, it was over. The scissors went flying out of Amu's hands, landing as far away from her as possible, and she was handcuffed quickly. Deeming the case a job well done, Heiji simply nodded and glanced over at Kazuha, who looked shaken from having to witness the whole ordeal. "Oi, Kazuha," he called out, his voice returning to a bored pitch. "I told ya I could take care a' m'self."

He wasn't an idiot, he knew that Sashimoto-han's weapon was so close to her chest that it would take divine intervention for it to separate from her person before she could take the plunge. Fortunately, divine intervention had become his specialty over the weekend, and with some quick thinking, the scissors had gone flying away from her, pulled in by an artificially-charged magnet of steel and platinum. The once-useless decorative knife, now in the form of a marble the size of an eye hidden deep in his pocket, had done its job well. And just in time, too, so that none of the other officers had been hurt in the crossfire.

Kazuha, however, didn't know better, and thought that he had chalked it all up to dumb luck. "Heiji, you dumbass! You-"

"I solved the case," he drawled, "and I proved that I can get outta life or death situations alive. Look, not even a scratch. Ain't that enough to prove that I'm able ta take care a' m'self?"

"..." Kazuha still looked ready to rip him a new one, but his words had too much of an impact for her to say anything in retort. She knew he was still going to get into too many dangerous situations to count, but she also knew that he was more than able to wiggle his way out. "Fine," she said finally, crossing her arms in a huff. "I won't look after ya anymore. But don't come cryin' ta me when ya end up in a coffin."

Heiji gave her a wide grin, understanding the intent behind her words. She still cared, and that was what mattered. "Good, I wouldn't have it any other way," he finally said before flicking her forehead again. "Now let's go. I'm hungry, and I don't wanna be anywhere 'round here when the superintendent asks fer a report."

Even as he turned away, Kazuha frowned. "There's just one thing I don't get, Heiji. What the hell was tha code ta get outta the room?"

One last snicker left Heiji's mouth. If nobody ever heard the numbers one, four, one and two come out of his mouth in that sequence, then so be it. At the very worst, he owed the damned thief a kiss. "That," he finally said, "is a secret I'm gonna take ta my grave."

"Heiji!"

"And it was just like that, really? A clean end, a caught culprit, nothing else? No suspicions or anything?"

"I'm tellin' ya, Kudo, that's how it went."

"I still can't believe you managed to get away with using your powers without getting caught. You're going to give Kazuha a conniption, I swear."

"I ain't as stupid as ya think I am, y'know." Heiji stuck his hand up to the ceiling of his bedroom as he spoke, letting the new metal marble in his possession - the remnants of a decorative knife - roll between and around his fingers. It had proved itself useful, a strange alloy of steel and platinum that probably didn't work under other circumstances, but in the case before made a very good tool against Amu. It warped into different shapes between his fingers, sliding like liquid at some junctions and rolling as a solid sphere at others. "Anyways, Kazuha fin'lly agreed ta swearin' not ta shadow me fer all eternity. She ain't gonna find out 'bout the Si Xiang, and she ain't gonna flip. Yer worry should be nee-chan, anyways. Didn't she almost catch ya with the birdbath?"

He snickered at the spluttering on the other end, followed by Ran's worried tone. "I'll call you back," Conan hissed into the receiver, before Heiji was met with a sharp click and a dial tone. He chuckled to himself before throwing his cellphone onto his bedside table, waving his free hand to let the marble join it.

"Like hell I'd let Kazuha find out anyways, Kudo," he muttered to himself, resting an arm on his forehead as he faded into sleep, the high from the murder case finally working its way out of his body after a few hours.

"She'd slaughter me."

GA: Well that was a lot longer than I thought it would be, but here you go. The first case file for the Divine-verse has officially come to a close, with Hattori discovering a new ability and managing to get Kazuha off of his back...for now.

I'm still working on chapter 4, but I've got another case file in the works, a kidnapping this time. Your hints this time are a KID heist, rose petals, and a sauna. Saguru Hakuba is on the case, but will his powers be enough to stop a heinous crime...?

'Til next time!

~G. Annihilator