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“Can I have your autograph?”
Deceit looked down in surprise at a small child holding a pen out for him. He hadn’t even noticed the thing approach. “What?” Deceit asked blankly. “No.”
The small being frowned at him. “Why not?” it asked.
Deceit frowned back at it. “I’m not a hero kid,” he said. “Go get the dumb bird to sign something.”
The kid stared at him so intensely, Deceit was surprised he didn’t feel some mental power probe at his mind. “You saved my daddy on the bridge.”
God dammit. He should have let them all perish. This was not the first time since the Onslaught that people had decided to treat the vigilante weirdly all of a sudden. Deceit sighed and shifted the taco he’d been eating to his other hand, so he could grab the pen. “What am I signing?”
“My baseball hat!”
“Sure,” Deceit replied. “Whatever.” He grabbed the hat when he was offered it, trying not to get salsa and sour cream on it.
“My name’s Skylar.”
“I literally do not care at all, kid.”
“Aren’t you supposed to write something like ‘To Skylar’ and then a message on it?”
“I’m a f- I’m a vigilante. You get my fake name and nothing else.”
“Okay!” the kid said, seeming unperturbed.
Deceit scribbled ‘Deceit’ on the visor of the hat and practically threw it back at him. “Satisfied?” he asked.
“Thank you, Mr. Deceit!”
“You’re not welcome. Scram.” It had already scrammed, before he’d rejected it’s thanks however, so it probably did not know his disdain for it.
He was going to disguise himself as a fire hydrant from now on. No one would care that a fire hydrant was eating a taco, would they?