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Wayne was crouched, restocking the shelf of glasses beneath the bar, when the door kicked open. But he wasn't in a rush to stand. Half the patrons of the place did shit like that. The other half were the proverbial 'heroes'. It had cost a pretty penny, but having the door outfitted to withstand shit like that was worth it.

When he finally stood, Wayne didn't hesitate to take a cup from the holder Evan placed onto the counter. "[color=blueviolet]You're late.[/color]" He didn't even look at the kid until after he'd popped the lid of the coffee and taken a sip. When he did, all he could do was chuckle. "[color=blueviolet]Kid, Tankman is out there working a job all his own. It didn't come through here. So that's first of all. Second of all, that 'lumbering idiot' - as you called him - can actually manage to work a job without it going sideways.[/color]"

"[color=blueviolet]Face it; you want to be a villain and not play taxi for rich people that want to be seen with some vigilante, you gotta figure out how to make your power work for you. Until then -[/color]" he tossed a pre-loaded credit card at Evan - "[color=blueviolet]be happy you can make money in some way. Or...I mean, you [i]could[/i] revert back to your previous option.[/color]" 

Wayne shot Evan a knowing smirk before mixing up a virgin mojito. He put the glass in front of the kid. "[color=blueviolet]So chin up. At least that idiot paid pretty well for a twenty minute drive.[/color]"