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The thing about Hub, the masked vigilante mulled over, was that it was more grounded than Metropolis or Gotham. Nobody pranced around in tights fighting crime, the criminals didn't wear over the top costumes and call themselves silly names like 'Lord Death Man', and those that did were promptly locked up in an insane asylum. Crime was crime at its most visceral, and the closest the city had to a superhero was himself, the Question, who just wore a mask and dressed in civvies.

So imagine Question's surprise upon seeing a man flying through the night, green cape flowing behind him. It made him feel a bit territorial, some meta trying to encroach on [i]his[/i] turf. He felt like punching the guy out, though with his luck he had a power that made people turn to dust when they touched him. So instead, Q did what he did best: stalked the guy from the ground as he flew around.

He didn't have to follow long before the man came to a stop on the roof of Hub City First National Bank. Strange for an aspiring superhero to stop at a bank. Even stranger to start picking the lock on the roof access door. Whatever hope the Question had that this was just some rookie trying to follow in his footsteps were thoroughly dashed, and he realized that this guy wasn't an aspiring superhero; he was an aspiring super[i]villain[/i].

Great, now he had some guy in a goofy get-up to handle. He hoped this wouldn't become some sort of trend. After all, the last thing he needed was a rogues gallery.

Anyhow, back to the present. The man had finished picking the lock to the roof access door, slipping into the building. Question was across the street, and by the time he reached the bank's roof the guy would probably be long gone with the money. So he did the logical thing and headed to the ground, approaching the bank's glass doors.

[color=royalblue]"Hrm..."[/color] Question examined the lock doors, humming slightly to himself. He had forgotten to bring along his lockpicks, so picking the lock was out of the question. What else could he do? Slowly, he scanned his surroundings, looking for something to...

Bingo.

Hefting the potted ficus, he approached the door, throwing the plant into the glass and shattering it. The alarm began to blare as he stepped inside, maneuvering himself deftly to avoid cutting himself on jagged glass. The bank was closed by this time of night, and it wouldn't hard to spot the other guy inside, considering he was wearing a green cape.

... That is, he [i]thought[/i] it would be easy to find the guy. Seems he was better at stealth than Question had first thought. He had checked and rechecked every room at least three or four times, and still nothing turned up. Question was about to give up hope, when he heard a cackling behind him.

[color=limegreen][b]"Fool,"[/b][/color] the voice bellowed, [color=limegreen][b]"you [i]dare[/i] challenge [i]THE BANSHEE!?[/i]"[/b][/color] Question turned around, and lo and behold, it was the caped guy.

[color=royalblue]"Look, Mr... Banshee, was it? Let's just cut the foreplay and get down to brass tacks: I punch you, you fall over, I turn you over to the police and maybe say something enigmatic along the way. That sound good?"[/color] He really wasn't in the mood for this.

[color=limegreen][b]"Nonsense!"[/b][/color] the Banshee exclaimed, [color=limegreen][b]"Now we must fight to [i]the DEATH![/i]"[/b][/color]

[color=royalblue]"Seriously, I was planning on turning in early tonight, what say we just raincheck this 'fight to the death' thing."[/color]

[color=limegreen][b]"ONE DOES NOT [i]RAINCHECK [u]THE BANSHEE[/u][/i]! EN GARDE!"[/b][/color] The Banshee took a fighting stance, slowly approaching the Question.

Question stared for a moment... Before doubling over in laughter.

What could be seen of the Banshee's face from his mask drooped, as if in fear. [color=limegreen]"... Why... Why are you laughing?"[/color]

[color=royalblue]"Jesus... You're... You're just... Oh my God, [i]seriously? En garde?[/i] HAHAHAHAHA!"[/color]

[color=limegreen]"S-stop..."[/color] Banshee pleaded.

[color=royalblue]"HAHAHAHAHA!"[/color]

[color=limegreen]"I... Said..."[/color] The caped villain approached the Question, delivering a sucker punch to his faceless visage that sent the detective flying into a copy machine. [color=limegreen][b][i]"STOP."[/i][/b][/color]

[color=royalblue]"What... What the hell?"[/color] Wait, this guy dressing up in a silly outfit and snaeking into banks had [i]super strength?[/i]

[color=limegreen][b]"I shall let you live, worm. But only this once. The next time we meet, shall be the [i]last[/i]."[/b][/color]

As the Banshee stalked away, Question felt the blood pooling up behind his mask. Closing his eyes, he released a shuddering sigh before falling into unconsciousness...

[b][center]To Be Continued[/center][/b]