Running a gloved fingertip along the brim of his top hat and allowing his monocle to shift slightly in his eye socket, Gentle-man, defender of good manners, smiled politely, displaying his perfectly white teeth to the world. His tailcoat swirled gently behind him as the civilian population scattered to safety. There, in front of him, stood his greatest and most successful nemesis. Hardening his grip on the polished black cane at his side, Gentle-man looked his opponent in the eye.
“Stand down, Super-model. I cannot allow you to rob any more banks to fund your Insatiable Insecurities or Voracious Vanity!”
The Ditsy blonde tilted her head in a rather clueless manner and hefted her armour plated handbag meaningfully. From within Gentle-man could clearly hear the yapping of her dreaded Chihuahua. Her ridiculously pink miniskirt glimmered slightly as she moved to her most innocent looking pose, her sculpted nose rising slightly.
“You stand no chance, honey. you and I both know you can’t hit girls.”