He is the masked Dark Revenger of Nighttime, I am the Symbol of Bright Hope, the glitter of light that tells the innocent she can take care of her own life.
Or so it goes.
He told me the last BrightBird went solo and became the masked adventurer known as Nocturnal Appendage, but a tabloid reporter just informed me he was killed brutally by The Pastiche, our sworn archenemy.
“Pay no attention to Blonda Blitz” He assured me in that monotonous radio presenter voice, "Her scare mongering won’t make us blink in the face of danger… Will it, Wonderous One? "
We trekked inside the abandoned toy factory to meet The Master of Marionettes;

“Your days of pulling the strings are about to be cut! "
“I don’t think so, pathetic paladins!”

The trap activated under our feet and then he tied me to an enormous lampshade.

“If you want to see your loyal lackey alive you will join my criminal empire and get all the money and women you want!”

He will reject his offer and save me with prodigious prowess, any second now…