Post by guardian on Sept 11, 2006 12:31:40 GMT -5
Anyone who's ever read a Batman comic could tell you where the Guardian stole his brooding crouch at the end of a Gargoyled ledge bit from. Still, he didn't mind a bit of artistic borrowing from the caped crusader – after all, he really was modeled after the genre.
So there he crouched, listening to cutting edge emergency dispatch scanner that was built into his suit, waiting for trouble.
It'd been like this for a few days, mostly waiting, and a lot of showing up as support for the boys in blue. Every time there was a robbery, or the report of an incident, he'd be there – floating, waiting. He was becoming a public icon in that way more than any other. Once he'd stopped a pick-pocket, which seemed beneath him, but he did it anyway. But there was little he could do otherwise, but wait until things got out of hand – he couldn't interrupt police work.
He also learned that usually the police weren't there to prevent crimes, but actually to investigate them and go after the people. There was little actual crime-stopping to actually happen.
However, with him, it was a bit different. His advantage was that he could fly at nearly five hundred miles per hour, which could put him across the city in no time. He could cover about eight miles in a minute. And he flew, so he beat traffic or obstacles – he had the best response time out of any emergency vehicle in the city – so he was usually the first on a scene. This meant that he'd helped in many, many car accidents, a fire, and other smaller circumstances. He'd also broken up fights, and responded to a few burglaries and thefts – even capturing a couple of carjackers by stopping the car itself.
The most obvious display of his power was against a guy holed up in his apartment. He'd already shot one DCPD guy in the leg, and nearly killed another who barely got away. Guardian didn't ask the police if he could go in, figuring it was a special circumstance. He merely flew down, walked in, laughed as he was shot in the chest ten times to no avail, and drug the guy out kicking and screaming.
He actually managed to get a round of applause from a few onlookers. If the police were upset about it, it was hard to tell from the looks of gratefulness they gave. Probably didn't want to take any bullets themselves.
So his rise to fame was growing, and he'd already been making the news every night since he came out here. Each night a new report on what “Guardian” had done that day was on the 6 and the 10 news. It was going well.
He looked over his shoulder at Maddie, who was herself watching the DC night skyline.
“I'm winning them over.” He said simply, a small smile on his face.
So there he crouched, listening to cutting edge emergency dispatch scanner that was built into his suit, waiting for trouble.
It'd been like this for a few days, mostly waiting, and a lot of showing up as support for the boys in blue. Every time there was a robbery, or the report of an incident, he'd be there – floating, waiting. He was becoming a public icon in that way more than any other. Once he'd stopped a pick-pocket, which seemed beneath him, but he did it anyway. But there was little he could do otherwise, but wait until things got out of hand – he couldn't interrupt police work.
He also learned that usually the police weren't there to prevent crimes, but actually to investigate them and go after the people. There was little actual crime-stopping to actually happen.
However, with him, it was a bit different. His advantage was that he could fly at nearly five hundred miles per hour, which could put him across the city in no time. He could cover about eight miles in a minute. And he flew, so he beat traffic or obstacles – he had the best response time out of any emergency vehicle in the city – so he was usually the first on a scene. This meant that he'd helped in many, many car accidents, a fire, and other smaller circumstances. He'd also broken up fights, and responded to a few burglaries and thefts – even capturing a couple of carjackers by stopping the car itself.
The most obvious display of his power was against a guy holed up in his apartment. He'd already shot one DCPD guy in the leg, and nearly killed another who barely got away. Guardian didn't ask the police if he could go in, figuring it was a special circumstance. He merely flew down, walked in, laughed as he was shot in the chest ten times to no avail, and drug the guy out kicking and screaming.
He actually managed to get a round of applause from a few onlookers. If the police were upset about it, it was hard to tell from the looks of gratefulness they gave. Probably didn't want to take any bullets themselves.
So his rise to fame was growing, and he'd already been making the news every night since he came out here. Each night a new report on what “Guardian” had done that day was on the 6 and the 10 news. It was going well.
He looked over his shoulder at Maddie, who was herself watching the DC night skyline.
“I'm winning them over.” He said simply, a small smile on his face.