A Superhero weird enough to give Rorshach the jibblies.

There’s a Super out there someplace – Detroit? – who hasn’t got any powers.

I know, I know, no powers means no super. What I mean is, he hasn’t got any powers himself. Just a hole in his gut and a swarm that does his bidding. He’s an artificer, like Batman, he just works in a different medium.

Apparently, his big focus is child abusers and paedophiles, and the sleepers hate his guts. Y’see, he’s convinced that the best way to “reform” someone who’s not nice to littl’uns is to give them something they have to raise properly. Of course, they can’t be trusted with human children…

That’s right. Damn near every single perp he catches gets a nest of unnatural beasties installed in their abdomen.

Lucky for you, I got a look at his heraldry. Butcher’s apron and “MCM” in bloodstains on the front; on his mask is a clock face painted onto a styrofoam plate, with roman numberals in black magic marker. Instead of hands, it’s got a blue shape like the bone from a t-bone steak. If you pretend the bones are clock hands, it works out to 3:33:45.

One more thing: I did a little divination to figure out his weakness, and it came back with “Crotch, but not the way you’d think.”