In simple terms I became a vigilante. I was Batman, Green Arrow, the Black Canary. I prowled the streets at night, seeking out crime where I could and stopping the culprits whenever possible. It was difficult at first to divide my time between delivering pizzas, training, fighting petty crime, and finding enough time to sleep. I managed it, and for a while the city seemed quiet, hushed as though waiting for my next strike. Crime had declined, and Caleb hadn’t been attacked again. It was a powerful feeling. But things were smooth only for a while.

    Remember what I said before about intent? Well, my intentions really were pure, but my common sense didn’t seem to agree.

    Everything went south earlier last night, when I chased a mugger all the way downtown, into t...

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