Oh gosh, he's finally invaded Scratch. (please don't give me crab for this. if you know MARVEL heroes, you should get an idea of who this is a spoof of) (and yes, i know anti-hero is the best term)
Here's a little story: The air felt cool and brisk, just like the carbon-fiber spandex costume he was wearing. It also stunk of bad guys, quite literally considering the fact that they'd come from the sewer complex beneath the streets. Our... hero(?) sat on top of a nearby building, watching other heroes attempt to defeat these goons. It was quite entertaining to our hero, who happened to be eating a chimichanga(one of his special recipes, might I add) and laughing every time a certain hero got punched hard in the face. Who need to go to the movie theater to watch heroes fight? "My thoughts EXACTLY!" Our hero proclaimed to the question before. He gobbled down the rest of his heavenly sustenance and stood up triumphantly, his arms on his hips, and a shining smile underneath his mask. After an awkward silence, our hero quickly sat back down on the edge of the building. He watched the certain hero get punched into a dumpster and laughed even harder than before. I'm pretty sure our hero's face was as red as his scarlet costume because he was laughing so hard. Anyway, the certain hero shot a dirty look at our hero. A bad guy approached the certain hero, who then ended up slamming into a brick wall. The certain hero stared at our hero for quite some time. "Hey, instead of laughing at me getting my butt whupped," he paused to punch and kick another bad guy. "You think you could help a guy out?" Our hero stood back up triumphantly. "OF COURSE, my little damsel in distress!" Our hero jumped off the building, unsheathing his katanas as he whooshed downward. His name? DEADFOOL.
