It had been about two weeks since I finally turned my arch-nemesis to the police, but the man always had a penchant for keeping me on my toes. Apparently, the police needed my assistance dealing with him. Donning my disguise, I made my way down to the police station.

"Thanks for coming on such short notice, ${4heroname}." The police officer said, shooting me a weary smile. "As we briefed you earlier, we're having trouble getting The Heron to tell us where he's keeping the mayor's personal data."

I nodded. "I see. So, you think I have a better chance at making him fess up?"

"Honestly, yes." The officer replied. "We couldn't get a single answer out of The Heron. The only person he wanted was to talk to you, one on one. We didn't want to take up your time, so please understand how desperate we are for this info."

I nodded. "Of course."

The officer led me down to where The Heron was being kept. The cell was a small, windowless space, with a single bed, toilet and sink. The walls were made of concrete and steel, and there was a solid door with a small window. A single light bulb hung from the ceiling, illuminating the entire room. I peered in through the bars, to see how he was faring.

He was wearing a police-issued jumpsuit, still wearing his villain mask. What little I could make of his face was still bruised and cut up from the beating he received at the hands of the police, but it was healing well.

The Heron smiled at me, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Well, well," he said. "Just the ${2gender} I wanted to see."