#tbd|MK and Riley

[tarnishedhalo]

"If you don’t like it, leave." [Mr K post beatdown of a guy selling the hot new street drug - Glitter AKA actual fairy dust]

He takes his time to ensure the gun is in proper working order and anyone looking on could imagine that he hadn't even heard the equally tall, equally muscular man in the white suit snarl at him. Neither does he seem to be interested in the victim sprawled bleeding on the floor. Only after several seconds go by and he replaces the weapon into his holster, inadvertently flashing his badge, does he bother to address the vigilante. "You know, all of you ~with the masks, the tights, the whole costumed hero thing~ are a titanic pain in my ass. Make it so hard to try and do this the right way. But I'm sure you had a reason for it, and because of the particular nature of the situation, I'm gonna let it slide this time." Deep voice, melodic. The kind of voice that rightfully belongs in a leather chair, sipping aged whiskey while listening to old blues. "Now, my buddy, my guy ~let me guess, you've got one of those kinds of names like the Silver Spector, or since we're going with the whole moon motif here something like Dr Lunar or whatever~ did you get any useful information out of Chucky here before you went full blender on him?"