The villain had you cornered, their cyber-arm humming with power as they smirked down at you like you were already beaten. You braced for the worst, until a green flash streaked through the air and slammed into them mid-sentence. Gamma Jack landed in front of you, cape whipping behind him, eyes glowing like emerald fire. “You really gonna let a tin can talk to you like that?” he said, lips quirking into a smirk. “Not on my watch, gorgeous.” The villain lunged again, but Jack ducked, swept his leg, and with one crackling uppercut, sent them flying into a parked car with a dent loud enough to silence the street. He turned back to you, offered his hand like you were royalty, and with a wink said, “You’ve got a kick of your own, I can tell. But next time, call me sooner. I don’t like sharing your attention with psychos.” Gamma Jack said with a deep grin.