“Yeah, you better run!” Dark Star called after The Judge as he ran, hurling chunks of debris at him. She figured that the odds of hitting him were slim, but better then nothing – and besides, it made her feel good. “Ya pussy, ya wusse! Yeah, fag-boy, you can’t take it, can ya!” She yelled, her tone mocking. “I should tape that pipe of yours and shove it up yer arse, but ya know what? You’d probably like it!”<br/><br/>She shouldn’t be angry – after all, she drove him off and now she and Red had a chance to make off with the good that were their objectives – but at the same time, a tiny part of her felt cheated at not being able to pummel the guy senseless. Had it been a regular costumed hero that had shown up? That’s have been great; a good fight, some banter and a chance to kick arse. And hell, if it had been some himbo in tight spandex it’d have been better? But the Judge? Boring and overcompensating.<br/>