The vigilante slid around the corner behind Cisco, the mugger who had knocked him over running away down the street. Pulling out one of his batons the masked man threw it, a smirk curling his lips as the weapon made contact with the criminal’s head and he collapsed unconscious at the end of the street. “Sorry about that kid. He scratch you up at all?”
“Don’t be sorry, you weren’t the one who knocked me off balance. I’m fine though thanks. Great aim, by the way. That was wicked!” Cisco squinted, trying to make out the man’s features in the shadow of the alley. “Who are you?”
Cisco backup 