Cormac, or rather the second man to wear that costume and name, stood on a rooftop in Queens, when his cellphone vibrated. He looked at the caller ID and said "Gramps!" as he answered the call "Rooftop of Astoria and..." he paused "Yes, above Mr. Tesonikos' deli."<br/><br/>"No, I won't ask him for two gyros." he said. "He's 72 years old, and if I walk in wearing this costume so similar as yours, he'll go bonkers, thinking it's you. I'll buy them after my patrol's done and I'm changed. Yeah. Take care Gramps, see ya."<br/><br/>No sooner than he had put his cell back on his belt, he heard the scream. It seemed to come from the other end of the block, so he ran through rooftops, jumping across gaps, until he was there. Looking down, he saw two thugs harassing an old woman, pulling at her purse.<br/><br/>"I've seen enough." he said, and jumped of the roof without hesitation. Landing behind the thugs, his massive frame crouching with cracked pavement under his combat boots. Cracking his knuckles, one fist in his other hand. "Who goes first?"<br/><br/>The thugs knew who he was, and just dropped their knives and ran away, in terror. He smiled at the old woman, and said "Ma'am, can I escort you home?"<br/><br/>"Oh, thank you Cormac! Say, didn't you use to have an Irish accent... when I was a young girl?"<br/><br/>"That was my..." he paused. "Inspiration." he offered her his arm, towering over her tiny frame "Now, shall we?"<br/><br/>"Yes, yes." the lady said as he took his arm and they walked away. "Would you like a gyro? I bought too many, I think."<br/><br/>"Well..."