By the time James whisked out to the scene, the crook was toppling into a set of trashcans and onto the alley floor in an unconscious heap. Still alive, without a doubt, but quite out of focus. He wouldn't be waking for a good while. When he did? Clark expected he'd be surprised to find that the alley surroundings he'd been in before had quickly transformed into that of a prison cell. He would have almost felt sorry for him if it weren't for the fact that he had just tried to mug an innocent woman.
"Here you go, ma'am," Clark could be heard saying from a little ways down, one arm extended as he offered the woman her purse. "Are you hurt?" When she denied injury, Clark escorted the woman halfway down the alley before pausing at the sight of a somewhat familiar face. Now where had he seen that guy before?
"Everything is okay here," Clark assured him, leading the woman out to where she had already verified she'd be hailing up a taxi for herself. Promising himself he'd watch and wait for her to depart, Clark glanced back at the man and, slightly puzzled, added: "Do I know you?"