"Daddy, why are you sad?"
"'Fired'? Daddy, what's that?"
"Why aren't you needed anymore, daddy?"
"But you said you were Super Cop, daddy..."
"It's okay, daddy, I don't need any presents…"
"Daddy… where'd Mommy go?"
I woke up in a cold sweat. The warm afternoon sun greeted me with a forced hello. It's those again. Echoes of a life that I can't even remember having anymore. Always happen when I overexert myself. But hopefully they'll end after all this. I'm doing this all for you, baby, all this for you. I hugged the cold steel closer to me.
News spread quickly. Like a wildfire in the African savannah: uncontrollable, uncontainable and unintelligent. All of them basically have this to say, "Beloved city-hero found injured in alley; in critical condition; suspect not found." News, heh, they never say anything useful. Like what hospital they have the green freak holed up. Nope, they'd never do that; it makes sense. Fortunately though, it doesn't take the world's greatest detective to figure it out. Especially if you know the place where it happened.
"St. Jude Thaddeus Hospital," was the name of the place. The hospital nearest from the "crime-scene."
From the rooftop across the hospital, I see everything. All the people who comes and goes from that place: everything from the doctors, to the nurses, to the patients, to the visitors, to the costumed freaks. Since the past two days, all but one of the Teen bastards came. The one I actually wanted to come. Some comrade he is.
Of the many problems this plan has, two of them breathe. One of the two problems is an alien with orange skin, and hair as red as lipstick. She flies around (in a skirt, what does that say about her character?), shoots laser balls, and could snap me like a twig. Very scary, yes, but that's not the bigger problem. The other one is called boy wonder. Sure, he could go toe-to-toe with bad guys without having any powers, but that's not why he's the biggest threat. My sources say that he's trained by the world's greatest detective. That alone makes him the biggest threat. That's why I'm here waiting for him to show.
I chew gum. Normally I'd smoke, but I can't risk it. I stroke the cold tubular steel beside me. Gum. Pink chewing gum. It's the only the thing I've tasted in a while. I'm getting sick of it.
I was in the middle of watching a nurse doing something,when I heard the boy coming. The vehicle sounded like a motorcycle, but more… futuristic. It was like watching a red-streak splitting the street between left and right. With a noise that seemed to suggest that you can only hear it because it lets you to. Dodging traffic right and left, navigating through the concrete like a monkey in a jungle gym. I have to put a stop to that. And I have just the way.
No matter how much of a boy-wonder he is, he's still a boy: a human being. He may have had extensive training, able to bench his own weight several times over, or even bring down monsters, but even that, still human. With the same vulnerabilities and weaknesses every human has. No bulletproof skin, no laser-eyes, no super breath, nothing. He's not invulnerable. The only difference between him and me is a ridiculous costume. That and an RPG-7.
I held the cold tubular steel on my shoulder, with the red streak in my sights.