Power holstered on a hip the slang slips and hisses like a snake, sharp venom fingers fiddling with handcuffs he roars like a lion when confronted with energetic excuses.
soon he will slide behind turbo charged expressions to keep the world clean of crims. what he may add to this sterile law is a hard fist of dollar bills taken from alleyways of shame. hiya, brother!
we see him steering through traffic lanes and troubles enjoying everyone scampering away from his lordships chariot winning batmans race. bring him down to the dust.
all for a chrome plated medal a starched salute a piece of paper that sings of power invested in a holster.
outside of the uniform he feeds his pet pom pellets of crunchy biscuits.