Syx swung his legs and huffed a sigh, “Alright then,” he rubbed his temples, “You are a hero I take it? I’m not even going to question how that works,” he couldn’t imagine ever being accepted by the citizens, not like he was, “But if you are and even if you aren’t, I feel the most pertinent discussion is going to be the rules of the game. Acceptable?”
Here was something familiar, her relief and irritation being replaced with a more serious expression. “Very acceptable. Your side first, I suppose.”
No point in Megamind denying the obvious truth of which side she was on.
Syx nodded, “The rules Wayne and I have used for years are thus: No going after family. No danger to non-combatants. Miss Ritchi is never put in real danger. No harassing or fights unless provoked. No busting into the Lair. Respect for privacy. No implicating non-combatants in illegal activity resulting from the game. No more than one fight per month. Everyone involved may call Time-Out. Time-Out will be respected by all parties.”
He paused at the last bit, eyeing the blue hero, “This part was more unspoken than explicitly stated, but Wayne always turned a blind eye to my efforts to clean up the areas the cops can’t touch. The cops don’t go into these neighborhoods and you know it. Someone has to do something and punching a few muggers all vigilante style doesn’t do shit.”
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