Some days, Officer Adanne Amaechi really would like to hang every costumed vigilante by their feet, and lower them into a septic tank.
Most of them were well-meaning, sure, and a few actually did good, but thinking of the cases where due process was violated, or proof had to be thrown out because it had been handed in anonymously, with no way to check if it was collected or faked, made her sick. And then there were the ones whose methods where just so god damn irritating.
She had had to leave one of her shoes behind next to the would-be bank robber, who was still stuck doubled over on the floor. Whoever was responsible for the mess had disappeared, and not left information how police could get the suspect from the floor without ripping the skin from his hands.
Nearby the bank manager sat rather uncomfortably on the floor, ranting about his ruined Armani suit.
Adanne again tried to interrupt him, "Sir, it would be more helpful if you'd try to describe the woman with the glue gun."
She hoped the colleague she had detailed to find some turpentine would show up soon.
Anyone who knew Gregor bred chickens in his rooftop garden thought he was a bit strange. The few people who knew he read them superhero comics at night knew he was.
However, anyone who knew what happened then would have had to redefine "strange".
Well. It's a superhero chicken. Blame my friend Mutt, who was reading Marvel when suggesting somethign for me to draw ("superhero birds"). I tried to give it an owl theme, but I'm not sure if that's clear.
Original is A5 sized, drawn with copic ciao (and a little bit of white ink), took about 75 minutes. Read more »