10-18-2017, 07:27 PM
Panting as he drove his motorcycle back to the cave that he called his base, as Composite Man, Matthew was exhausted. It had been a productive night as Red X. A dozen robberies had been stopped by him, and he had beat down a couple of muggers. His skills had been useful, but he couldn't rely on just his skills. More equipment was what he most definitely needed. His everything ached right now because of how much activity he had done. Finally arriving back at the cave after about an hour he'd strip off the Red X suit, and sigh. Going out as Red X hadn't felt right to him. Perhaps he could wear a different costume in the future, because he needed to discover who he was meant to be. Of course equipment for each of the identities was going to be needed by him, should he decide to so. Sitting down in a hot tub, he let the warm water wash over his muscles. As it soothed his tired and worn out muscles, Matthew sighed in pleasure. This was certainly soothing, and now had his body relaxed. Yet, he couldn't rest on his laurels. Having climbed out of the hot tub, he had walked over to the computer of the lair and looked it over. There were several criminal activities in progress. Did evil ever sleep? It seemed he had an even longer night ahead of him.
"I had hoped to have some time to rest, after all that work I did," said Matthew. Groaning as he put on the Red X suit once more, he looked it over. For now the suit was a memory of home, one that he could wear for his own use. Sure it lacked the abilities of the original Red X suit, but he could probably learn some way to make those abilities work in the future. Matthew sighed once more, as he put on the utility belt. This suit felt unfamiliar against his flesh, and uncomfortable. It was not as good as the gear he had possessed in the past as Composite Man. Yet, nearly all of that gear was missing.
Strapping on Deadshot's wrist guns, he'd sigh again.
This place was worse than Gotham City, and that meant Matthew had a lot of work to do to establish his various identities as heroes.
"I had hoped to have some time to rest, after all that work I did," said Matthew. Groaning as he put on the Red X suit once more, he looked it over. For now the suit was a memory of home, one that he could wear for his own use. Sure it lacked the abilities of the original Red X suit, but he could probably learn some way to make those abilities work in the future. Matthew sighed once more, as he put on the utility belt. This suit felt unfamiliar against his flesh, and uncomfortable. It was not as good as the gear he had possessed in the past as Composite Man. Yet, nearly all of that gear was missing.
Strapping on Deadshot's wrist guns, he'd sigh again.
This place was worse than Gotham City, and that meant Matthew had a lot of work to do to establish his various identities as heroes.