[ The sounds make HJ angry, and angry means there's the thrum of power thrumming underneath his skin. One he was starting to recognize, that meant people would get hurt, or at least that they would get angry.
Superpowers, they said. Fiction, he thought, but still, the familiar sensation didn't go away. He narrowed his eyes behind his hood, even while he felt his neck become coupled with a leg.
Now this, this was almost like something else. Hooded Justice knew how to handle that, and he squirmed, pulling back far enough so that he could slide out of the way, keeping the large swath of dark cloth over his head the entire time. He would not lose that.
Never that.
Even so, as soon as he had the space, he shoved a shoulder into his side, trying to take him down, or shove him into the brick wall behind them. ]
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Superpowers, they said. Fiction, he thought, but still, the familiar sensation didn't go away. He narrowed his eyes behind his hood, even while he felt his neck become coupled with a leg.
Now this, this was almost like something else. Hooded Justice knew how to handle that, and he squirmed, pulling back far enough so that he could slide out of the way, keeping the large swath of dark cloth over his head the entire time. He would not lose that.
Never that.
Even so, as soon as he had the space, he shoved a shoulder into his side, trying to take him down, or shove him into the brick wall behind them. ]