Tiger watched Puppeteer fall.  "They just keep coming back," he muttered.  He turned towards Viper and nodded, "Yeah, I'm okay, just popped my elbow.  I'll be okay.  So where to now?  Your spot or help the cops?"  He really hoped the bar.  He needed a drink now, especially seeing the lifelessness of Puppeteer's victims while they were still very much alive.  "Maybe Trick can take care of the cops," he suggested, scratching  his head through his costume.  He wasn't trying to kick Trick out or anything, he just didn't want to deal with the authorities.