“Good, Fast, and Cheap - you can only pick two.”
It was something taught to Aaron Davis, back in his school days. But Aaron disagreed with the sentiment, and aimed to achieve all three. After all, why should these Avenger-types be out there pouring tax-payers’ money into their ridiculous gadgets and what-have-yous? Aaron knew there had to be a better way, for a fraction of the effort.
Sure, he took some questionable methods to accomplish that goal, but it was results he was interested in.
It couldn’t be Good unless he had the right materials. It couldn’t be Fast unless he acquired them with ease. It couldn’t be Cheap unless he took them from someone else.
Soon he’d amassed quite the collection of utilities - stolen parts repurposed or redesigned with efficiency and intent. And he’d made a name for himself as the infamous thief, The Prowler.
But, what now? There was no twisting that into some virtuous identity, not with his track record. But his tech should be put to use, and this was something he had talent for, damn it. Maybe this was his calling.
His brother knew he was up to something. Aaron started feeling the cold shoulder whenever he stayed at Jeff’s - felt the eyes tracking him room to room. Eyes of a cop, not family.
He could always cut ties - really commit to his new lifestyle. And maybe he would have, if it weren’t for his nephew, who’d always looked up to him.
But did Aaron really deserve that? Could he even make time for him between stints as the Prowler? And what kind of example would he be if his nephew knew he was a criminal?
Thieving, Dependable, and Kind - you can only pick two.