"You know," says Cassie, "I'm not really clear on why San Francisco lets us stay here, but I'm pretty sure the deal doesn't include us rounding up drunks for them."
"PD says he was 'violent, verbally abusive, and claimed to be a vigilante,' and was our problem," says Vic.
The man in the overcoat lobs another bit of trash at them that falls pitifully short, and overbalances him into a stack of boxes which fall down on top of him.
Cassie winces, and calls out, "Excuse me? Sir? Can you just tell me your name? I'm sure there are people looking for you!"
The pile of boxes heaves and a hand in a frayed cuff appears, and then the man's greasy head of hair. "Are retarded or something? Who the hell do you think I am? I'm the goddamn Batman!"
Tim steps out of a shadow and folds him in half with a roundhouse kick. He grabs the tramp by his collar and drags him to the mouth of the alley. "Are we done here, or do they have some jay-walking for us?"
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"PD says he was 'violent, verbally abusive, and claimed to be a vigilante,' and was our problem," says Vic.
The man in the overcoat lobs another bit of trash at them that falls pitifully short, and overbalances him into a stack of boxes which fall down on top of him.
Cassie winces, and calls out, "Excuse me? Sir? Can you just tell me your name? I'm sure there are people looking for you!"
The pile of boxes heaves and a hand in a frayed cuff appears, and then the man's greasy head of hair. "Are retarded or something? Who the hell do you think I am? I'm the goddamn Batman!"
Tim steps out of a shadow and folds him in half with a roundhouse kick. He grabs the tramp by his collar and drags him to the mouth of the alley. "Are we done here, or do they have some jay-walking for us?"