It was time for a move. The [Villain]s of this area have been vanquished and the Herald Of Justice’s publicist said that they could likely make the move to the capital now. It would be good to be back, he grew up as a little shit in a lower floor of the towers. His parents moved out to the burbs and managed a slave pen for a while. Making sure they were fed clothed and only drugged enough to work without complaining.

But he was back now and it was time to take in the sights. He had to at least ‘take in the sights’ for another half hour by the sundial so that the [Artist]s could get the right paintings. They were busily flashing their brushes across scrolls busting out paintings like they were going out of style, a blink later there was another painting of him ‘taking in the sights’ or ‘returning triumphantly’. They were quite distracting but if the Herald Of Justice knew anything it was not to let yourself be distracted.

HOJ had been distracted by a painting shoot once, he had to do another hour’s worth of paintings and all on his dracma because of it. It was painful because at the time he wasn’t near as well of. He had been wanting to get gifts for his parents but could only afford tchotchkes after paying off the painters for their time. It was worth it in the end though. Each of these paintings are numbered, and the paintings that are messed up will become ‘hidden’ numbers that will magically show up later, only redone and sold for a premium.

That was here nor there, he was glad to be back. All of his side kicks, old and new, were joining him. He was hoping that after the move his young sidekicks could spend some time in the ‘big’ part of the big city before moving back out to the burbs to start their own hero gig, hopefully the two would split up. But it didn’t look like it, for some reason his precious little girl was infatuated with that buffoon, she was even taking secretary courses!

Another thing, he signed them both up at the royal academy. But of course, he made sure they had separate courses. They would also still be beholden to him in their sidekick work. It was still better than what he had, as he started with nearly nothing, till he was given everything his mentor had when his daughter left with him to become his secretary, best career move he ever made.

Now, he would just need to spot the ‘ongoing crime’ to stop in the middle of broad daylight, on the busiest street in the entire capital. Completely a random incident, that he was totaly aware of, he literally couldn’t mess it up. He had faked enough of these to know what was going on. It was why he pointedly ignored that kidnapping over there, or that jewelry theft, or that arson…

Ahh, there it is, damsel in distress, quite the pretty lass too! Ahh! Stop pinching me woman! You might be my secretary, but that doesn’t mean you own me. Ahh! I mentally just told you to stop pinching me! I get it, I will maintain the schedule!... Why does she now look distraught? It wasn’t like she could read my thoughts… right?... Anybody?

The Herald Of Justice! Leapt to the scene of the crime! Literally, but that was what his [Jump] was for. With his ‘maxed’ out proficiency of jumping he could leap tall buildings in a single bound! As long as they meet exacting legal and fine print, such stunts have to be preplaned and talked over with his publisher. Find you nearest Crystal tm ball and dial 1- V111V111V111-HOJ-LINE (Some charges may apply, not a toll free number) to order your promotional today! Great for grand openings, kids' birthday parties, and scaring the shit out of senior [Citizen]s who may or may not die of ‘natural’ causes!

With a kapo, he didn’t know why the [Justice Punch] made that noise but it did, he knocked the would be villain, who for some reason was struggling with the weak ass limp lady now in the arms of HOJ, off of the bridge. He would then be quickly rescued and treated out of sight. HOJ workers had only the best of mediocre healthcare!

Now that he had ‘rescued tm’ the damsel it was time to sign autographs, shake hands, and get on with his life. Maybe he should take this damsel and… Ahh! Stop pinching me woman!

He started scribbling his autograph on everything around. Some wizard kids totemic axe staff thing, some ork girls chest armor, he liked signing chest armor! Some little girls notebook. Actually there were a lot of tween girls, he didn’t know he was that popular with the tweens. He got busy signing all of their stuff as well as the other fans that *cough* paid *cough* to be ‘randomly’ around his damsel in distress at a very convenient time.

Welp, now the damsel was safe, his secretary/long time sidekick had stopped pinching him, the damsel was giving doe eyes… to his secretary? I’m the one that saved you woman!... And everything was right in the world, except for all the other crimes he was politely ignoring. He would get to some of them later.

It was time to PARTY!