On the balcony of the Illuminati headqaurters in the Vatican the dreadful Baron Latos stood standing wearing a cape and a top hat he also had a light brown moustache like he was from the 1800s, and he looked very svelte. The whirling wind wipped about his ears as he stood looking over the distance on the entire world.
behind him Larry Talbot dropped from the sky and bent on one knee

"Cancerhead has been defeated."
"Just as I thought. What about Topsy Kretts?"
"He knows nothing yet."

then there's a closeup of Baron Latos

"Good. Continue the plan."
"What shall we do about the horrible punishing superhero, sire? he's really crazy do you think we still want to try and get him on our side?"

Baron Latos flung his cape with a furl and laughed a bloody laugh filled with blackness and negroid intent, "are you such a scaredy cat (or should I say, SCAREDY DOG?) that you would even pass up this one opportunity to be rid of your curse, Lawrence, your curse of being immortal? And your curse of being cursed? You know as well as I that the only one who can kill me is The Wolf-man and there can be only one The Wolf-man, who is the father of all werewolves and so to preserve myself he is under my thrall. You have been The Wolf-Man for so long perhaps you are getting comfortable in your shaggy dog skin ho ho ho. But I see your point, Fingerling is far more unstable than I had anticipated, he is really kooky crazy wacko boy!"

Larry Talbot grimaced at being reminded that he was The Wolf-Man because he did not like being The Wolf-Man. He had killed one beautiful gypsy girl who had fallen in love with him too many. "Also my leige my baron, he has killed the first of your four generals of the Tribe of Darkness i am afraid." Baron Latos furrowed his brows, "shit that sucks"
"we cannot ignore this man this Fingerling, because he is so obsessed with his insane fixation on the number 23 he will find his way to us whether we like him or no. Since our attempts to secure him for our side have failed we should prolly kill him. Wolf-Man! go and resume your role as his guide and lead him into my trap."

"yes sire" said Larry Talbot and jumped straight up into the air and out of sight.

Baron Latos resumed looking out over the evil landscape of the Vatican. "The time shall come" he said "When the Gate of Darkness shall be cast open... All men shall kneel before me..."
[zoom into his face
"All shall hail me, Latos, as their new Master! HA HA HA HA..."

"Harrier Harry!" he suddenly cried out and within a moment there was a rumbling like a jet engine and then over the parapets of the Illuminati Headquarters a harrier jet suddenly rose up into the sky and hovered in front of the Baron. The harrier jet had no pilot, but instead a man was standing on the cockpit and he was very manly wearing army fatigues and a beret, he looked like the evilest son of a gun who ever held a gun.

"My baron" he said with a distinctly American accent."
"Harrier Harry, the second of my four Generals of the Tribe of Darkness, take revenge on the insult paid to your esteemed organization with the death of Poison Gas. Go now, to the Village of Wax! There, meet with my Governers and await Fingerling to kill him!"

"With pleasure, sire. I'll burn his head off with the powerful jet engine rockets in my jet. Hahahaha! He'll wish he never heard the name HARRIER HARRY!" and then with a zoom he was off

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Back at home, Fingerling woke up screaming "yawn." 23 days had passed since his battle against Cancerhead and life went on like normal, only except now his son was dead. He told everyone that little Robin "Nightwing" Sparrow had simply passed away and that he'd had him cremated. "Heh. True enough" said Sparrow with a grin remembering how his son's body musta burned up when the Warehouse Castle exploded. Only except it wasn't life as normal. His wife was dead and so was his son and there was nobody to stop him from being even crazier than he had been before. He got up that day and said "I got a lot of dogs to catch today" and went out not to catch dogs, but to catch the kind of dogs that are criminals, criminal dogs. He put on his The Crow makeup and went out of doors.

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Down in a dingy alleyway Fingerling found his first victim of the day. A junkie was shooting up heroin in his arm with a syringe. Fingerling pointed at him and growled "GUILTY." then went up to him and grabbed him by the neck and said "LOOK INTO MY EYES" and then grabbed the man's nutsack with his hands and ripped off his nards filling the alleyway with blood and screams. "I am a superhero!" said Fingerling.

Fingerling walked out into the street all bespattered with the junkie's funky blood and saw a woman jogging cross the street and not do it at a crosswalk. He pointed at her and growled "GUILTY." and then strode over to her and grabbed her by the neck. Her eyes pleaded "no" but his teeth said "yes!" as he bit out her tongue and spat it back in her face then in a rage smashed her head into the curb.

The criminals in the city feared him although people in the newspaper asked if having a superhero around was a good thing cause they were afraid he would attract supervillains, but it was okay cause there were no supervillains after all, this was totally based in reality and noir without too much magic but it was still believable.

Fingerling continued walking along and was just about to murder a kid he saw grafitting a wall when suddenly the talking dog came up to him. "Hey little fella" said Fingerling all smiles. "Hey Fingerling what's up" said the dog. "Hey I dunno I'm just trying to find the truth out about the number 23 and also I'm cleaning up the city, you?" "I was lookin for you cause you're wasting your time killing random thugs every day like this, you gotta get back on track. I got a hot tip for you. Remember how you found out about Cancerhead when you went to a torture hostel?"

"Oh yeah! Fingerling said, "Torture hostels are big business these days. They got em up all over the place." the dog nodded "there's one that opened on the 23rd of this month right in the city, if you go there you'll be one step closer to the Illuminati and the truth about 23."

"Wow, thanks for the tip, bud!" said Fingerling. "Don't mention it" the dog said and scampered off. Then Fingerling ran up to the graffitoartist and tore open his ribcage.