Patrol was dead last night. I scared off two kids who were tagging a Starbucks and that’s about it.
I practiced my standing roof-to-roof long jump. I think I’m up to 40 feet.
One mildly amusing anecdote: I tripped on some wires running across a rooftop. You’ll never see any urban vigilantes trip except me. Only the Velvet Marauder falls on his face. It’s these goddamn nightvision/binocular goggles, they cut down my peripheral vision.
It's like Bridget Jones' Diary, but with a super-powered vigilante.
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