Blonde Blazer: That guy... I threw him on the roof right?

Y/N: Landed squarely on top.

Crook: All good!

The Smack Hands vanish into your body. Blonde's eyes widen.

Blonde: Amazing. Never saw anyone with powers like yours.

Y/N: I'm nothing special, Blonde Blazer.

Blonde Blazer: Then you should know I work at the Superhero Dispatch Network.

Robert: Hey. I know who you are. You're like, famous.

Blonde Blazer: Oh, I don't know about that. I'm just a corporate hero for hire. You're the real deal. You're the famous one.

You see Blonde offer a hand for Robert. He takes it and is helped up.

A bus sporting her likeliness drives by.

Robert: Riiiight. I don't think infamous is the same as famous but-

Y/N: I'd rather be off the radar.

Blonde Blazer looks to you.

Blonde Blazer: I'm afraid that won't be possible anymore, Mr. Salazar.

You look right at her.

Y/N: What?

Robert's arm suddenly cracks.

Blonde Blazer: Oh God.

Y/N: Dude, you need help with that.

Sirens are heard in the distance as Robert looks at his now dislocated arm.

Y/N: Christ...

Robert: Hm? Oh. That's gross.

Blonde Blazer: You look like some kind of mime DJ. Let me see it. I'll help you.

Y/N: You sure you won't hurt him?

Blonde Blazer: I have no reason to.

Robert: Okay, but have you done this before? Cause maybe-

Blonde puts his arm back into place as it cracks.

Robert: Owwwwwww, okay. That's okay. Thank you.

The police and paramedics arrive. Blonde points to the roof.

Blonde Blazer: There's one up there.

The cops nod. Heading to the top. Blonde's gaze falls upon you and Robert again.

Blonde Blazer: You both look like you need a drink.

Y/N: What makes you say that?

Minutes later.

You, Blonde, and Robert are at superpowered bar, sitting right at the bartender table. A server goes around the bar placing down drinks for the people.

Blonde Blazer: Oh shit. They were all skittles colors. I didn't even realize it.

Robert: Yeah, well you know what? They can all taste the rainbow in jail.

Y/N: It's crooks like them deserve.

Blonde Blazer: Wh-what do you mean? Like different colored dicks?

You chuckle with Robert and Blonde.

Robert: Shit, sorry, sorry. I didn't know what I meant. But you know it should've been that.

Blonde Blazer: I'm a little buzzed. I don't really make jokes like that. I think Visi's rubbing off on me.

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