With only a towel wrapped around his waist and his mask donned, he unceremoniously shoves his bloodied and ripped suit into a trash can, lights a match and sets it ablaze.
Gift and pushed it through a window.
"I think this Robin Hood life looks good on me, non?"
Eva interrupted. "It's not that Fanto; you're giving the boys jewels and the girls guns."
Jean-Phillipe paused and shrugged.
"At least I can say I am a man of equality!"
The shine of the moon illuminated the white blot as it dashed through the roofs of Mutant Town, a spherical transparent shape following aloft a few paces behind, distorting the night sky.
"Really?" The sharp voice of E.V.A barked into his brain. "I'm missing my programs for --
Your charity work?"
A sigh was released, pushing a smog hot air from his lungs through the fabric of his mask.
"This is more than charity work, mon cheri. These kids are mutant and poor, they deserve something for Christmas." He stated as he grabbed another horribly wrapped--