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[b][u]Los Paraisos: Outside the Bucking Bronco[/u][/b]

“So, valiant little superhero,” Crimson Justice started, his hands held high on his hips, the man looking towards the small caped crusader like a ray of heroic sunshine. “What is your superhero name? Would you like to fight crime and injustice by my side?”

“Oh. Oh. Oh gods, no. I don’t want to hold him anymore. Here. Here, Dylan, you can take your new godson.” 

Interrupting Crimson Justice’s conversation with the newly disguised Trixie, Aria scrunched her face up tight and held the little Delan as far away from her as possible. She had gotten used to smelling just a little bit foul wearing these horrendous clothes of Chirps (she wished beyond belief she had the time, any time, to get into her room, have a shower and change into something actually comfortable, but alas) and that’s when things simply went from bad to worse. Delan was crying, and the smell… the smell made her gag and retch. [b]That was disgusting.[/b]

“Take him, Dylan! Take him!”

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“Hmm? What’s going on? Hey, little miss, don’t run so quick, you don’t want to get lost. Huh, people? Are these your parents?” Following from the doors to the nightclub was Trixie’s new sidekick, the topless, chest heaving mustache wearing stripper bro Freddie, who turned and looked at each of the Guilders in turn… with absolute confusion. 

“Excuse me, Freddie!” Crimson Justice pushed the man slightly ajar, to clear the way for Selan, Dylan, Aria, Trixie and Delan to enter and allow them all to perform an impromptu operation. Time was of the essence. “We have an emergency, Freddie! We need to use your place and… wait, Freddie?”

Freddie raised one perplexed eyebrow. The voice, although muffled, seemed familiar. But the man in front of him was like nobody he recognised. And then-

“Freddie!!” He was tackled harshly and held in a vice like grip, as Crimson Justice squeezed him with as much love as he could muster. 

“We’ve got an emergency here, gosh! Less hugging, more huggies! Ew, ew, ew!” Aria squeezed past, racing into the club with Delan held high. She skidded into the main area, plopping the little baby down onto him bum on the same table that Freddie had already cleaned twice today, one thanks to Trixie’s projectile hurl. As little Delan’s bot bounced on the table, a quiet [i]squish[/i] could be faintly heard. Aria turned green. 

“Don’t worry, don’t worry, I have this!” Crimson Justice skidded in front of little Delan, preparing to take over and save the day. Until he saw Delan look up at him, breaking his tears briefly to stare up at his hero, and Crimson Justice froze. He… he wanted to help, but he had no idea how to do it. Not to mention –

“Er… guys… I mean, citizens! Some… assistance, please? I don’t want to get anything on my gloves.”

Freddie followed the mad assembly in, as he continued to look absolutely confused at everything that was going on. Was the man and woman Trixie’s parents? The baby her younger brother maybe? If so, who was the other woman? And the blonde man, he was… wait a minute. 

“Dylan?” Freddie blinked, remembering him and his wild usage of the poles last night alongside him in their performing. They must have been the friends Trixie spoke of, no doubt.