Tradition

Money can buy you anything, and my ability to recognize this is my power. It afforded me specialized equipment, cutting edge research, training, and the ability to replace all damaged goods. Money isn’t the symbol that I chose, but it acts as a convenient cover. I needed my enemies to fear me; people don’t fear money – maybe they should. I use my money is my power, and I use it to fight the crime I find infesting my city.

I call it my city because my family has been building a good portion of it for generations. I protect what is mine, and I look after my own. I protect the people from desperate criminals who would prey on them: those others hiding in the squalor, shadow, and refuse. They are unwilling to respect others, and wish to harm all that is good about the community. This country has a strong tradition of removing the dangerous and alien members unwilling to contribute properly and productively to the society. Vigilantism worked for the frontier, and it works for me.

People think I don’t see the big picture. They think I am blind, and make quips about it fitting my image, my symbol. But it is everyone else who doesn’t see. They don’t see the order that I am bringing. They don’t really understand what I am protecting. The outfit covers most things, and most effectively it covers what it simultaneously points to: my privilege and I will not abuse it.