Re: MARTY'S
Steve smirked, tipping his fedora with a smirk that glinted oddly as black and white as the rest of his frame. As the landscape darkened around him he was fading into the background, and getting back into the character of one of his childhood heroes as (at least according to him) he disappeared into the shadows.
"You've set up a fine community event, anything the Shadow can do to help, he will," he said in his deepest, most gravely voice. Only years of being petrified in front of audiences and furious in front of cameras taught him to school the laugh that bubbled up at his own poor impression. "Do you need anything else, Prince of Mischief?"