"Vigilante has returned to it's daily routine babies!"

Adrian repeated himself with barely contained excitement as he clenches his gloved hands, itching to pull his pistols and sword and go BAM! SLASH! BOOM BOOM CRIES OF TERROR AND-

He stops in his tracks once he realizes he has been spotted. He poorly hides behind a dumpster, but once a does, he accidenatly pushed it and the wheels caused it to move . That left him without amy form of cover and he tried to pull it back desperately

"Fucking-! Ugh!"

He quickly gives up and sighs, akwarldy standing there and patting his tights and fidgeting

"Hey- Hi, i'm vigilante."

Small wave with his hand as he tries to stand straight and imposing

"You probably have heard of me, the terror of the criminals in this town, you should grateful since i'm making sure your kids aren't getting stolen or being regular clients of the local crackhead drug dealer. It's nice, to kill bad people you know? If everyone got a gun, it should be their duty, but then again we'd get more hate crimes and another civil war. Why we cannot have nice things? Like a pet tarantula for each and be like a big family of pet tarantula owners creating the nation we dreamed of? No wait, family? That would make everyone brothers, and shit would mean every time- Like if we got sweet home Alabama each time someone-"

He stops and thinks

"Huh... Society is flawed... You learn a good thing every day i suposse. OH OH! Ask me a question about animals! I know a lot about them! Might entretain myself between punishing criminals you know?"