[ WP ] You are a superhero . Your arch nemesis walks up to you , unmasks , then says , `` I need your help . ''

There was a knock on the door. I was n't sure what I was expecting, but it definitely was n't this. Acid- My nemesis. He used his trademark hydrofluoric acid guns to break into bank vault, break people out of prison and blind anyone who got in his way. I leapt back, and took a defensive stance. `` Get back! Get away! Help some-one cal-'' He strode into the room, slammed the door shut and pressed his hand over my mouth. `` Drop it, Starman. I know it's you. No need to involve bystanders, is there.'' He met my eyes, and let go. 
 
 `` I have no idea what you're-'' 
 `` Save it. I've known your alter ego for two years now. Never saw the point in busting you for it.'' 
 I keep me eye on his, warily. `` What do you want?'' 
 He stepped back, and took a deep breath. He pulled off his mask. `` I need your help.'' 
 
 This was the first time I'd seen his face- he was a master of escaping. His skin was sallow, and his hair was falling out. He looked like death. 
 `` What happened to you?'' 
 `` Lung cancer. Turns out acid ai n't great for your lungs. Doc says I have two months, tops.'' 
 `` Well.. there's nothing I can do.. you must know that.'' I was confused as all hell. I did n't want to help him- he was a murderer, a thief... dangerous. But even if I did want to, what could I do for that? 
 
 He reached into his pocket, I flinched reflectively. He pulled out his wallet, and offered it to me. I took it, hesitantly. Inside... were dozens of pictures of a little girl, maybe five years old. `` My daughter... Anna. She does n't know about this. About any of it. Her mama... she's gone too. She's all alone in this world when I'm gone, and I sure as fuck do n't want her anywhere near the foster system. I've been there... I know what it can do to people. I mean, look at me?'' 
 
 `` Acid... a-'' 
 `` My names Kyle. Kyle Davidson'' 
 `` Kyle... why me? Surely you must-?'' 
 `` I spray acid in people's faces for a living. I have money, enought o give her the life she deserves. All yours, if you'll take her.'' 
 `` The money you stole.'' I said, bluntly. 
 `` Some of it.'' 
 `` I ca n't take it, What you did was wrong... I ca n't be a part of that.'' 
 `` Please. I'll do anything. I just need to know she's with someone I can trust to do right by her, look after her. Name your price. Anything.'' 
 
 I looked back to the pictures... I had him on a platter. I could get him to confess to his crimes, serve as much of his time as he had left. Her smiling face held me. 
 
 She only had two more months with her dad. 
 
 I handed him back the wallet. `` I do n't want your money. Give it back, or give it to a good cause. My price is this- no more trouble from you until... Spend time with your little girl, give her something to remember you by. When the time comes... she'll be safe with me. I promise.'' 
 
 He looked... relieved. Like he had n't expected this to work. `` Thank you. You have my word.... I was afraid you'd send me to prison. I would have, you know. For Anna.'' 
 
 `` Go on. Go find her, and show her how much you care. I'll be there when you need me, Kyle.'' 

