Moist never really got to know Red Penny. From what Billy said, she seemed to be the exact opposite of Blonde Penny. Shy, demure, introverted, red headed. Both were great girls, but pretty opposite personalities- Bat-Girl and Supergirl? Batgirl and Powergirl? The duo team ups were endless. But both seemed to suffer from the worst malady of all- attraction to total asshats, superpowered or otherwise. And both suffered from unrequited geek love.

Weeks went by as he started to juggle each life better and better- "time in the lab," "time with mom," "time to scope out possible places to hit," and sometimes, he just left a note. Or not.

The only time he had a close call was when he was escorting Blonde Penny to a dinner with their friends at the local Chinese restaurant. Not thinking, he led her through the backalley- knowing full well and completely forgetting that Teeny and Bullfrog haunted it on Tuesday nights.

As Teeny emerged from the shadows, demanding money and jewelry (both were pretty much glorified purse snatchers), Moist gave the secret henchman code- "Dude, Come on…" to let other henchmen that he too was in the league but without revealing his personal life. He had even heard that a few would let some throw a few "lucky shots" to help insure a great date later on.

Teeny's eyes flicked with distant recognition, somehow seeing Moist past his alter ego disguise (a shave and over combed hair) when Penny pivoted on her hip and roundhoused him in the nose.

Teeny went down, landing on his cape in a puddle of muddy water, his left lacrimal cracked despite the reinforced domino mask.

"Penny!" Moist yelped, bending down next to the hurt henchman.

"He was trying to rob us!" She yelped back, trying to kick the guy with her shoes.

"No!" Moist grabbed her, pushing her back a foot. "It's- it's Mike! He's a friend of mine," he started ad libbing, going back to his friend.

"Dude, you so owe me," Teeny hissed through blood.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered back, helping the guy to his feet. "And Penny's sorry too, Mike!" He overemphasized in a sitcom loud voice. "Hey man, here's twenty bucks for the dry cleaning," he slapped a bill into Teeny's hand. Dry cleaners always gouged on uniforms.

Teeny slunked off, Penny still apologizing to him even though he "looked just like the real one, and why dress up as a henchman anyway??" Then she remembered her friend and shut up about costumes. "He's not angry?"

"Nah, I'll fix him up later. You know… nerds," Moist threw her a Wolowitz smile, resigned to the fact that the cash from the last heist would have to pay for Ol' Doc Poison's medical bill (and he wasn't cheap). Moist sighed, went back to being Wolowitz, and changed the subject to how to calculate breast size using fractals.