Well, that was definitely handy. Also, as he looks up, handsome, but he wasn't going to think about that. And he probably shouldn't stare long. GK was getting used to meeting people, in this kind of work, who were going to have big, bright letters.
"Not at all, Superman," GK says pleasantly as he raises up with his weapons in each hand again. "I appreciate the professional courtesy. Now. Gentlemen. If your weapons, at least, could join your colleagues on the pavement before you do?"
The gangs of the Triangle, with its fairly low-key hero presence, were less happy to deal with Superman, particularly with a direct demonstration of the whole bulletproof thing, than deal an object lesson to one of the overreaching local vigilante duo. The guns hit the ground.
"Don't suppose I could persuade you to file a police report, Miss?" he whispered to their intended victim. But he wasn't too surprised by the 'Uh-uh.' Years he'd been working here, and they never wanted to.
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