21 brightened up at this last comment. "Dude! No heroes or villains? We could totally take over this town!"
24 spit out his cigarette before it was finished. "All right! Finally, some respect!" He rubbed his gloved hands in anticipation. "Let's cut this guy down and get moving."
21 had already unfolded his wings, preparing to fly. "No way. We don't want anybody alerting the cops."
"He just said there aren't any costumed aggressors or defenders," said 24, retrieving his butterfly knife from his boot. "They'll never believe him. We're golden."
"Yeah, but we're also bad guys. We're not nice to strangers."
"I'm a gentleman rogue," he asserted, straightening himself. "I value honor on the battlefield."
"Whatever, lamewad. I'm gonna go rob a bank." 21's wings flapped, hauling his bulk into the air.
"Sorry about him," 24 said, carefully cutting down the captive. "Too much Laffy Taffy makes him ornery." He finished his work quickly, and rose into the air after his friend.