[I realized I somehow forgot an important line in this. It's been a week...]

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[JAZZY TRANSITION STING!]

Behold: the former headquarters of Defunct Comics Comics! Located on a
prime piece of urban real estate but long abandoned after it was cursed
by an angry British wizard they had ripped off! This room holds giant
prop statues of the heroes they published (cheap ripoffs of Lass Lady,
Doc Nostalgia and Golden Age Very-Disturbed-Scary-Creature Man, but they
got away with it because they were the first comic book company who
could afford lawyers) and their famous paraphernalia. Here stands a
slim, lithe man in a dark blue domino mask and question-mark-patterned
suit: the Fact-memorizing Fiend, the Trivial Pursuer!

"Cackle, cackle, cackle!" he cackled, brandishing his knife at the woman
he had tied up before him. "That Angst-Ridden Avenger will never reach
you in time!"

The woman looked uneasily around her, in the dim shadows cast by the
statue of the non-copyright-infringing flying rat hero. "All right...
but... do you actually intend to kill me?"

"What?"

"I'm just bait in a trap, right? If you actually wanted to kill me, you
would've done it. You just captured me to lure in him."

"...all right, yes."

"And I don't think you're really a serial killer."

"Look--I have to raise my villain cred, and serial killer villains are
in right now. It's a cycle. In a few years time overelaborate death
traps will be cool again but right now it's serial killers. Everyone is
listening to these crime podcasts, right?"

"Not me, I'd rather listen to The Shrieking Shack," she said.

"Look, you have to understand, I..." The Trivial Pursuer's shoulders
slumped. "I wanted to ask him out on a date. I mean, have you seen him?
He's so unbelievably pretty. The pictures don't even begin to do him
justice. Especially his ass." He sighed dreamily. "But I just can't ask
him out like a normal person. He's an angst ridden vampire superhero! So
I had to become a supervillain and start capturing people so he'd notice
me!" He started sobbing.

"It's OK," said the woman. "So, let's make a deal. I'm a sex worker.
Right now, I could be out making money but you got me tied up here. I'll
go along with this whole roleplay scenario of yours if you pay me. I
mean, normally it's me who's doing the tying up, but I can work with
this. Just--give me the money, or I'll tell him."

"All right, all right, fine. I'll pay you when this whole scenario is
over, I promise. I--oh no."

"Oh no what?"

"What if he doesn't get my clue?"

"He's a superhero, of course he will."

"But... what if it's too obscure? I had a trivia question about the
Antichrist for which the answer is Ronald Reagan, and that was supposed
to lead it here, but... what if he thinks it's the Ronald Reagan
Memorial Bowling Alley? That's what a reasonable person would guess."

"But he's not a reasonable person, he's an angst ridden vampire superhero!"

"True. But--oh god, what if it was all for nothing?"

There was a flash of lightning. At the window stood a winged and very
sparkly shadow.

"It's him! Yessss!" The Trivial Pursuer cackled and rubbed his hands
together.

"My god," said the woman. "He *is* pretty."

Sexy-Disturbed-Sparkly-Vampire Man opened the window and stood outside.
He strained with all his might but couldn't pass through the window sill.

"He's a vampire," whispered the tied-up woman. "You have to invite him."

"Oh, right..." said the Trivial Pursuer. "Ahem. Do come in, my
blood-sucking friend. Now that you've found me, I'll let you rescue this
woman. Fair deal."

Sexy-Disturbed-Sparkly-Vampire Man stepped in and began to untie her.
"Don't be afraid, fair maiden" he whispered sensually in her ear. (She
had to fight hard to resist the urge to say "Sorry, neither.")

"I am no threat to you. I am a vegetarian vampire--I only drink the
blood of animals. I do not drink human blood... anymore."

"Anymore... that's reassuring. Wait, animal blood? Isn't that kind of
the opposite of a vegetarian?"

"It--it doesn't matter. You are one of the innocent. He is one of the
guilty--"

"Innocent, eh? You don't know me." The woman winked. A nervous smile
crossed Sexy-Disturbed-Sparkly-Vampire Man's face.

And just then, the Trivial Pursuer pressed a button on a control device
that he had all this time and you didn't see it, and the statue of the
non-copyright-infringing flying rat hero began to move!

"My god! The fiend! He's rigged the statues!" said
Sexy-Disturbed-Sparkly-Vampire Man.

The statue of the non-copyright-infringing flying rat hero threw a giant
non-copyright-infringing flying rat boomerang at him. He only just
dodged out of the way, only to be ensnared in the golden lasso of the
non-copyright-infringing golden-lasso-wielding heroine!

"Hahahaha! Now I have you trapped!" said the Trivial Pursuer. "You will
be mine forever!"

"NEVER!" said Sexy-Disturbed-Sparkly-Vampire Man, blushing. Through the
sheer power of his Angst, he broke out of the ropes. He lunged for the
Trivial Pursuer, but the net.villain was too quick. "Dear Diary," he
said, "the supple body of my foe is far too lithe for me to get my hands
on..."

"Who are you talking to?" said the still-partially-tied-up woman.

"I can't write in my journal right now so I'm--OOF!--narrating!" The
Trivial Pursuer had landed a punch. Sexy-Disturbed-Sparkly-Vampire Man
chased after the leaping foe. They landed on the keys of a giant prop
typewriter which was a faithful replica of the giant prop typewriters
which had appeared in many Defunct Comics Comics stories.

"This ridiculous plot device fills me with rage!" spat
Sexy-Disturbed-Sparkly-Vampire Man, jumping around the keys. "Who would
build such a thing in real life?"

"Well, the people who built it, obviously," said the Trivial Pursuer.

The Trivial Pursuer punched at him again, but the Angst-Ridden Avenger
entangled him in his Sparklerope! "You should have known, Trivial
Pursuer. In the end, the quick brown fox always jumps over the lazy
dog!" He pulled him in close.

But before he could do anything, there was an explosion of purple gas.
Sexy-Disturbed-Sparkly-Vampire Man rubbed his eyes, and when he was
finished, the Trivial Pursuer was gone.

"I knew it. As long as the corruption in the heart of this city lives,
the evil that infests it can never be defeated..."

"Excuse me?" said the woman. "Maybe you could finish untying me first?"

"Oh, right," said Sexy-Disturbed-Sparkly-Vampire Man. He did so, and,
taking her in his arms, carried her down to the street.

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[JAZZY TRANSITION STING AGAIN!]

Back in the Angstcave, Sexy-Disturbed-Sparkly-Vampire Man stepped out of
the Angstmobile. Kid Revenant was waiting for him.

"How did the stakeout go?" asked Sexy-Disturbed-Sparkly-Vampire Man.

"It was terrible! I didn't score a single strike! No supervillains, though."

"I see. So that means... I was right?"

"Yes... All right, fine, you were right."

"Ha!" said Sexy-Disturbed-Sparkly-Vampire Man. "I knew it! I was right!
I was right! But... in the end it means nothing... for endless pain and
suffering still grip the heart of this city... all right! Put down that
chicken! I'm going to bed."

He slumped into his coffin and went to sleep.

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[ANOTHER JAZZY TRANSITION STING! ARE YOU TIRED OF THESE? TOO BAD!]

The woman who Sexy-Disturbed-Sparkly-Vampire Man had narrowly rescued
looked into the dark alley. "All right," she said, "where's my money?"

The Trivial Pursuer walked shamefacedly out of the alley and handed her
a big stack of cash. "God," he said. "I blew it. Just when it seemed
like we were going somewhere I had this... burst of anxiety and threw my
smoke bomb! I'll never get another chance!"

"No, it's OK, I'm sure you'll fight him again."

"It doesn't matter. He'll never be able to look past that enormous cloud
of angst he's always carrying around with him."

"Maybe. Y'know, I can see why you were so gaga over him. He really is
pretty. Hmmm..."

"Hmm what?"

"Maybe I can help you."

"How?"

"Maybe I can become a supervillain. I've been thinking about a career
change. Maybe I can be a master thief. We can work on
Sexy-Disturbed-Sparkly-Vampire Man together! Hammer at him from both ends!"

"Oh, now that's an interesting mental image... Do you have a name?"