A quiet night in the city, with a near-full moon shining high in the sky. There not much sound aside from the odd car passing by down the streets, perhaps on the way home from a party, whatever. This was broken by the sound of clanking on the floor. Robotic footsteps down the streets of Monsteropolis.
Quick Man was limping down, using the walls of the houses and other buildings to his side as a would-be crutch. Half his face had been beaten off, exposing the metal "bones" and workings underneath. One of his eyes had been visibly cut underneath. Every one of his four limbs had some kind of massive gash or frayed wires popping out. His stomac