Lacy tilted her head back and forth as she thought. "There would still be a Viper but I wouldn't be exactly liked by police or the majority of the power groups," she laughed, glancing towards him. "My father was the original Viper, minus the catsuit. But he wasn't exactly the hero type." 

Trick had finally finished with the police and personally talking to the victims of the Puppeteer. He was now walking back home, well his workshop rather. He tugged down the mask that hide his nose and mouth then pushed back his hood of his cape. Letting out a long sigh, he folded his arms behind his head. He liked walking by himself, with no one on the streets. It was calming and quiet, other than the soft click of his metal prosthetics.