[color=633974][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]Bludhaven // USA:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][INDENT][sup][color=8882be]4:30 AM // Richard's Apartment (near the Littleneck Narrows Bridge)[color=DCDCDC] - Three Weeks After the Events of the Sample Post[/color] [/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT][/COLOR]

The world was becoming quite a place these days. He would have thought that the wonder would have died down, but it really hadn't, especially not in new york: it would take him all 4 limbs to count the number of Reddit posts about various things this Spider-woamn was doing, not to mention some flying metal... thing, and a massive shootout in some fancy-ass nightclub. that last one didn't seem to involve any superbeings, which somehow made it the weirdest news of the last few days. Thor apparently existed in some remote ass Oklahoman town. Locally, there was apparently some sort of bat thing taking out equally freaky villains in Gotham, which made Swift a bit nervous about going over there. He - or it - appeared to have things enough under his control, and Richard wasn't really much of one to intercede with something that freaky...

But then... if he was that scared of some bat, was he really up for making himself known again? He sighed as he finished off his tea, setting it down resolutely. He needed to stop waffling in his own insecurities, get up off his ass, and take advantage of the abilities he had been given. 

[color=633974][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]Bludhaven // USA:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][INDENT][sup][color=8882be]5:23 AM // Melville Park [/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT][/COLOR]

Richard was lost. not externally, he knew the city well. It was clear to him with every step he took though, that he had no idea what he was actually supposed to do here. He had decided that there was kinda no point in making a costume or otherwise hiding his identity, both because he didn't sew, and because any half-brained moron could just find some old news reports about his rescue and pinpoint down who he was pretty easily. But beyond that: what was a superhero actually supposed to like... [i]do?[/i] Things don't just happen on the regular, and he didn't really know his way around the seedy sides of this town, or of anything... suspicious......

he stopped. he though he had seen something down that alley. he peeked his head back around the corner. Didn't see anything? A trick of the light? He looked back, to the safety of the sidewalk. He looked back, to the alley. [i]Fuck it.[/i] Onwards he went, for exactly three steps, before he stopped abruptly again. Maybe it was just someone going into the back of a store that opened early. He shook his head. he WAS going to go investigate. And he was going to do it under the cover of [i]DARKNESSSS[/i]

the alley surrounding him was blanketed fully in deep darkness - the dull light from the streetlamps no longer sneaking their way into the area. His vision, however, was perfectly clear. A neat trick he had discovered. He looked around now, everything in clear focus and outline, and saw a raccoon hanging out behind the dumpster. 

He huffed, frustrated. a minute or two more of looking around confirmed his inability to find much of anything. He recalled the darkness, and wandered back out of the alley. He'd continue his walk for another half hour or so, making the loop back to his apartment. He needed to analyze the movements of this Bat-man, and figure out how he knew so much. He also needed to keep better track of the news, and of possible superhumans in his area, maybe get into contact with some of them. 

Maybe he could start with some of the local business practices. He didn't know much, but he did know that the Desmonds owned the city, and they didn't seem to be doing it entirely legally.