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It had been many years since he had been to Hub City, and it had changed so very much. Far less crime (though still its fair share), people not looking constantly miserable, and even a legitimate costumed superhero protecting it. Yes, it had been so long that many people forgot that once there was fear of societal collapse. So long that many people forgot there was pain...

Let alone a Question.

As Victor Sage, once the city's watcher and protector, walked through the streets of the Hub, he noticed these things. They seemed ignorant of the misery that clung to the metropolis and filled their nostrils with its stench only a little under half a decade ago. Fair, they had their share of pain, they deserved a break and a chance to forget; but it was strange that nothing alluded to that pain. Gone was the grim and grimy architecture that was pulled out of an art deco nightmare, replaced by sleek skyscrapers.

But as he walked through a subway, on his way to World Wide Broadcasting to try and get his job back, he saw it. A piece of graffiti that no one else paid any mind to. But it caught his eye and kept his attention for more than a few minutes. Such an abstract piece, and a confusing one if you hadn't lived in Hub not too long ago...

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And seeing the piece, it brought him back, back to a time when Hub was wrought with pain and he tried to tackle it head on at ground level. Back to when he misspent his time in his prime prancing around in a silly mask, oblivious to what fate had in store for him... A time he wanted to go back to.

[Color=royalblue][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]H U B  C I T Y / A M E R I C A[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=SILVER]February 23[SUP]rd[/SUP], 2008 - 10:02 PM | Back Alleyway - Hell's Corner[/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT][/COLOR]
[color=7bcdc8]"Honey, you keep holdin' out on me, and I'm gonna have to get [i]really nasty[/i]..."[/color]

Question liked to think that it wasn't every day in Hub City that an attempted rape happened, but that's wishful thinking.

Only about ten feet below him, a rather unsavory looking man was holding a blonde against a wall, one arm keeping her pinned while the other held a knife that was currently pressed against the woman's neck. It was kind of generic and silly, foiling a rape, but it was better than handling [i]another[/i] mugging. Those got boring after the first three- imagine having to deal with at least two dozen [i]a week[/i].

But still, he needed a good warmup for the night ahead. Dropping from his perch on the lowest level of a fire escape, the masked vigilante strode forward fearlessly, cracking his knuckles. The would-be rapist looked over his shoulder at the would-be hero, and Question felt almost euphoric upon seeing the fear light up in his eyes. Seeing the hero made the criminal loosen his grip on the blonde's arm, and the girl took the chance to shake off his grip and run.

[color=royalblue]"Hm. For a second I was thinking, 'you know what, this guy could get a girl if he tried, I don't know why he's doing this', but now that I can see your face up close I realize just how wrong I was,"[/color] the Question noted, slight smirk hidden behind a faceless facade, [color=royalblue]"I think a pavement facial might fix it."[/color]

The man stood his ground, brandishing his knife around. [color=7bcdc8]"C'mon bitch, let's go."[/color]

[color=royalblue]"Whatever you say..."[/color] In the blink of an eye, the faceless man rushed the criminal and tackled him to the floor. Climbing on top of the downed man, the Question slammed his fists into his head one, two, three times in a matter of two seconds. [color=royalblue]"This is why!"[/color] A punch that'll leave a nice, shiny black eye. [color=royalblue]"You don't try to!"[/color] A punch that breaks his nose. [color=royalblue]"Commit a crime!"[/color] A punch that breaks his jaw. [color=royalblue][b]"In [i]my[/i] city!"[/b][/color]

With the last punch, Question managed to knock the man out. Standing up, he stared at the blood on his gloved knuckles, before delivering one last punch straight to the man's family jewels. Yeah, he'd be feeling that when he woke up... More like 'if' at this point.

Leaving behind his calling card, a blank white business card with a question mark on it, the Question shoved his hands into his pockets and stalked off into the night.

[Color=royalblue][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]G O T H A M  C I T Y / A M E R I C A[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=SILVER]April 2[SUP]nd[/SUP], 2008 - 12:21 AM | Docks - Gotham Bay[/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT][/COLOR]
Bullets flying past him. Metal pipes narrowly missing their mark. Stopping an attempt to tackle him with sucker punch.

Gotham might not have been as bad as Hub City in terms of crime, but it still had some amusements to be found.

WWB had sent him here, at his request, in order to cover the grand opening of an art museum in the city. When you were one of the station's best money makers, they didn't ask questions when you requested to cover a story. Lucky for him, no one suspected why he [i]really[/i] came here: there was a high profile drug deal coming through here, something from Afghanistan that was, supposedly, pretty damn gnarly. If it spread to the States, who knew what damage it could cause.

So, like any moral, upstanding citizen, Vic Sage decided to handle this problem the only way he knew: beating the shit out of the guys trying to import it.

Which was how he found himself here, in a midst of bullets flying and fists swinging. Not too far from him was the Batman, Gotham's own resident vigilante, who had swooped in not long after the fighting started. Vic was amazed at how fast he moved, how effortlessly he dispatched enemies either with a well-placed punch or utilizing a gadget from his seemingly endlessly useful utility belt.

Before long, the fight was finished.

[color=royalblue]"Thanks for the assist,"[/color] Question says, approaching the Dark Knight with hands in pockets, [color=royalblue]"Not that I needed it. Not with this bunch of pussies."[/color]

He turned away to drop his calling card, and when he looked back the cowled crusader was gone...

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