Terry wasn't the type to go crazy on any foreign cuisines. Though that didn't mean he wasn't familiar with them.
During the rare times he and his girlfriend, Dana, went out on their dates, which usually happened when the city didn't need the presence of the Dark Knight, they would go and eat at restaurants that served foods unfamiliar to the American population.
And their first taste of those foreign delicacies was at a traditional Japanese restaurant.
Terry was still able to recall the high amount of doubt the two felt when they decided to try their first foreign dish. Neither them have ate those types of foods before, so it was understandable for the two to assume that the food wouldn't suit their standards.
They were horribly proven wrong the second their taste buds made contact with the first Japanese dish they have ever eaten: chankonabe.
What followed was an explosion of delicious flavors that took over their mouths, sending a large dose of ecstasy and spreading it's power throughout the body.
Calling the food good would not do it justice. And while magnificent was far more appropriate to label, it still didn't feel like it was enough to describe the high amount of quality those Japanese dishes packed.
After having a taste of what the Japanese Gods offered, he and Dana made an agreement that neither of them would feast on the different types of Japanese dishes the restaurant served. To them, it would be heartbreaking if the quality of the food was ruined by how frequently they consumed it.
But that desire to preserve the quality was no longer eligible for the circumstances that he and his boss were in.
Oh, how things got worse the longer the stay of the two vigilantes lasted in the superpower infested world.
"You alright there, McGinnis?"
A sigh was released from the glum look of the young man, face propped against his flat palm. "Not really. It's just... I don't wanna ruin the quality of this food by eating it on the daily."
His boss responded with a short hum, expressing his understanding. "I have shared that sentiment before. But if we want to make it on the long run, then we have to adapt to the culture we're surrounded by."
"That doesn't mean I have to go with it." Terry grumbled like an upset child.
"Complain about it all you want," Bruce gently placed a piece of sushi in his mouth, swallowing the piece of Japanese cuisine after chewing it, "it's not going to get us anywhere."
That prompted another frustrated sigh from the young man.
The old man placed down his chopsticks, his stern gaze fixed on his successor. "Let's move on. What else have you learned about how things work here?"
The glum look on Terry's face didn't change for his incoming answer. "Turn to my right and you'll see." He said as he slightly tilted his head to the direction he mentioned.
Bruce complied and turned to see Terry's answer.
The blue eyes of the retired crime-fighter met a glamorous poster of a beautiful woman with long, curly blonde hair. Two long, curly strands of her luscious golden tresses framed her breathtaking face and alluring golden irises.
But the main distinguishing feature of her head was the trio of snakes, each one a different breed, sticking out from her hair.
It was obvious that the beautiful woman could control those snakes and, potentially, summon more snakes of any kind. It was the only logical explanation as to why her crown of snakes didn't commence a biting session.
Though Bruce highly doubted that anyone cared about the obvious life-threatening risk or what her quirk was.
After all, she was a model, and the only thing the general public would draw their attention to was the jaw dropping body molded by her genes. The well-made maroon dress fit her curvy body like a glove, further adding a layer to her beauty that was unnatural.
But, Bruce being Bruce, was not drawn to her eye pleasing body. His frowning lips deepened and his steel blue eyes slightly narrowed.
"I see your point, Terry. The heroes from here are more invested in the fame and glory of their work rather than it's intended purpose."
"Yep. Just one of the many things that I don't like from this place."
Bruce's lips became more straight as his intimidating gaze slightly softened. "I understand. Fame is not something we want to make apart us nor our greed for money." He interlocked his fingers and placed them underneath his chin.
"But you have to remember that not everyone will follow our preferences."
A defeated sigh was released from the young man as the fact dawned on him like a gray cloud. "I know… I just wished that things didn't have to be that way."
Bruce let out a breath of sympathy, but he was not in the mood to hear his successor complain.
"Let's focus on our food." Bruce declared as he returned to his cuisine.
"Yeah… let's." Terry glumly agreed on. He could express his displeasure later on. His stomach needed some nutrients, and complaining wasn't going to help.
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Meanwhile, on the far side of Musutafu's most dangerous area, a nasty gang of young men were laying down a harsh beating on a middle-aged man wearing a wrinkled business suit.
His flushed face, slurred insults he threw in between each receiving hit, and foul breath would tell anyone that the influence of alcohol was the source responsible for his current predicament.
Unfortunately for him, he had no choice but to hopefully possess the resilience to survive the harsh blows.
But the assault would get interrupted as the sneer of one of the young men turned into horror when he took notice of the figure staring down at them. It didn't take long for the rest of his group to notice his change in expression and see what caused it.
In the blink of an eye, the sadistic tendicies of the young men was replaced by fear once they all faced the glowing, green figure.
"C-Can we help you with something?" One of them asked in a slightly lowered voice.
Whoever the man was, he did not look human. Nor did they believe that he even was one.
His exposed skin, if it even was appropriate to label as such, emitted the aforementioned eerie green glow. It certainly did not help that the naked eye could see the darkened skeletal structure encased by the mass of glowing tissue, further adding to the fear factor this man radiated.
And the narrowed holes of his skull was enough to eradicate anyone that it laid it's sights on.
"Move out of my way." Was the man's simply yet intimidating command.
The survival instincts of the young men activated as they all complied with his orders.
Their hearts began pounding against their chests as the glowing monster strode past them. Their ears felt the reeciving end of the intense pulsing of their rapid heartbeats.
Their guts churned as their bodies felt the hot sensation of his glowing skin radiating a heat so powerful, it could have turned their flesh made figures into ash.
Once they all saw the monster disappear into another corner, they instantly began making a run to the opposite direction. Their rambunctious night ending with a chill running down their spines after encountering a being they didn't want to meet ever again.
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A/N: My dear readers, I am so sorry that I haven't been able to gift you another chapter. Lack of concentration and my mind deciding to conjure an all original story, world, and main character for me to write will do that to me.
Also, I decided to cut all ties with Wattpad as I lost all interest with the site. I have no regrets.
Hopefully, I will be able gift you all another chapter this month.
Goodbye, and take care.