The Samaritan laid on his high-end ergonomic bed only a silk sheet covering his form. The only light in the room was the flicker of his television as he watched the evening news. The previous segment was a poof piece about how the Samaritan had save the city once again. They briefly mentioned causality numbers at the end but only in passing. The media was just another asset in H.O.L (Heroes Of Legend) corporation's pocket. Miss Vadar, his own personal assistant, was also a high ranking stock holder in the very same business. H.O.L  made it their business to acquire up and coming heroes an turn them into superstars. He was no different, but as the son of the Legendary Captain Supreme and Lady Aryan, he was practically born into doing this. He didn't even have a secret identity, his birth certificate actually reads: "First name: The  Last Name: Samaritan". And so he doesn't know anything different, this is in fact 'how the other half lives'.<br/><br/>The next segment wasn't much better for his mood. He stared at the screen having to squint in order to even make out what was going on. His super sight was now so sensitive that no matter how high definition they made TV's he could only really see the individual pixels. It was courtroom footage of his old friend The Horned Owl. He was now almost grandfatherly in appearance but even in court he refused to remove his mask. Across from him was his former sidekick, Cardinal the Wonderboy. This one wasn't even the first, there were three before him, all ended up in therapy with with emotional problems. This one though, he was speaking up, he accused the former master detective of dressing him in revealing costumes and making inappropriate statements and touching, the Horned Owl only hung his head in shame, unable to answer. The Samaritan couldn't watch anymore, he picked up the remote and switched the television off.<br/><br/>He looked over to the floor to ceiling glass doors which were open and allowing for the tropical breeze to fill the room. The silhouette of a woman stood there, her arms outstretched as she leaned against the door frame seductively.<br/><br/>What are you doing here Hexxin?" The Samaritan asked without amusement.<br/><br/>"What? No warm welcome like last time?" The gothy looking dominatrix strode into his bedroom confidently. He steel tipped stilletto's clacking on the marble floor.<br/><br/>Hexxin looked ravishing, her hair was jet black and grown long, almost to her waist, she kept it in a long thick braid with a morning star attached to its end. Her strong sharp features perfectly accented her big dark eyes and thick ruby red lips. Her costume was mostly leather and spikes, with a bustier and skinny thong bottom. She wore thigh high black leather boots with both spike tips and heels. Her skin shone pale in the moon light contrasting the pitch black inverted Pentagram she had tattooed on her chest.<br/><br/>"Last time? You had placed a hex on me and my mind was not my own! Or do you so quickly forget?" He responded, still not stirring from his relaxed position on the bed.<br/><br/>"OOOh fine you big grump.....You can't blame a lady for trying though." She responded as she licked her lips and slowly crawled onto the bed at the Samaritan's feet.<br/><br/>"Yes I can....You know we can't continue a relationship....It's just not gonna happen, if the media were to find out that I'd been intimate with a Villianess...I wouldn't hear the end of it. I am sorry but I have to ask you to go....God you look good tonight..." He said adding the last bit in at the end almost without realizing it.<br/><br/>"That's it....drink me in....smell that? Yes I think you can my dear.....Your usual grimace is fading and your starting to get those adorable dreamy eyes that you get when your close to me.....I think you're in love my dear!" She coed , her black painted finger nail reaching up and tickling under the Samaritan's chin as he leans in close to her in an obvious daze.<br/><br/>**************<br/><br/>Outside the Samaritan's private quarter's door, Miss Gwen Vadar leaned against up close and pressed her ear to the door. She listened for a brief few minutes but soon heard what she wanted to hear and a smile crept onto her face. She regained her composure and then set off on her next assignment. She was dressed in a sharp blazer and high cut skirt to showcase her legs. She was wearing smart shoes and glasses to match, the epitome of business professional.<br/><br/>She strode into the H.O.L Command center located in the very center of the Samaritan's facility here on the island. It was filled with highest tech computers and holographic monitors. The could see the entire world from this workspace and that was just how Gwen Vadar liked it.<br/><br/>"Make sure you get footage from every angle in the Samaritan's private quarters, If he ever decides to go rouge we'll have something to keep in in line." She stated flatly. "Yes ma'am" One of the tech geeks responded blindly.<br/><br/>"Well what's the progress on our sidekick program?" She demanded.<br/><br/>"Completed ma'am all assets acquired." The man responded again without taking his eyes off of the screen.<br/><br/>"Any problems?" She asked, placing her hand on her hip.<br/><br/>"HA.....ahhh sorry I mean no ma'am. It's just....I mean come on, they don't stand a chance....It's almost adorable. They think they have all this high tech and secure lines and the truth is that they aren't even playing in the same league....We've got a former supervillian for a mainframe....as in "The Nanoman". This guy was so tech obsessed he ended up replacing the entirety of his organic body with nanites....Microscopic robots for cells.....He's so far removed from current technology there aren't even parameters to define him.....essentially ma'am...they didn't stand a chance." He answered with a bit more flare than his boss, Miss Vadar liked. She turned and raised an eyebrow in his direction and he immediately looked back toward his screen.<br/><br/>"Just tell me what I want to know lackey!" She commanded.<br/><br/>"Yes Ma'am....Princess Glory was easy....She was at a photoshoot for the new sports illistrated cover. It features her new....even skimpier costume and if I might say....she looks stunning! She agreed without hesitation." The fatty dorky looking tech pulled up the images on the screen. Miss Vadar's mouth dropped open a bit and she adjusted her glasses.<br/><br/>"Yes....that is......skin tight...." Miss Vadar said, in awe of the young woman's rock hard body and perfect good looks.<br/><br/>"Next was the action junkie....Hazard.....His handler agreed to the terms but the stipulation that Hazard wouldn't have to remove his costume at anytime was added. " The tech said as he brought up Nail's hacked footage of Hazard's encounters earlier that day.<br/><br/>"Is that a problem?" She asked.<br/><br/>"No Ma'am our tech level allows for complete domination of his system, if he starts anything, we'll have him dead to rights, nothing his little friend could do about it."The tech answered with the same goofy smile. "Good" Miss Vadar responded.<br/><br/>"Finally there was the Gorgon, admittedly he was the most difficult, turns out he was in Tibet, studying with monks in order to control his 'curse'. We sent agents out in the supersonic jet and provided information in braille about how H.O.L corp could offer him state of the art facilities in order to master his powers. He was hesitant, but then agreed as long as any mirrors or highly reflective surfaces were removed from our premises."<br/><br/>"Superb.....Arrange for private jets to have them picked up at local airstrips. Make sure the jets are blacked out, I don't want anyone that we don't select having knowledge of the Samaritan's fortress' exact location, am I understood?" She finished.<br/><br/>"Yes Ma'am" was the immediate answer.