>>105665724>He sounds like an absolute fucking troll.Imagine a rich boy used to do whatever he wants and anlways go away with it. Drugs, rape, murder, petty theft, you name it- daddy's money always keeps you safe from the law. Then you make the huge mistake of crossing Plastic Man's friends and the guy goes after you.
While he shows up and gives you a scolding, you just run away laughing, then jump into your Ferrari and run away, then ditch the car into the sea, because your private red yacht is there to take you further away until you reach one of your daddy's private islands, where you ditch the yacht, run into your private hangar and aboard your private red jet to put even more miles between Plastic Man and you, after that you just jump on mid air, open your custom red parachute and safely land on another of your daddy's islands, where you make your way into a cozy red house, fully equipped with everything you need until-
Wait.
You don't have a red Ferrari, you have a white Porshe. And your can swear that your private yacht, jetplane, parachute and safehouse are nor red. So what the-?
Then the house just coils around you, trapping you with no excape possible, because the ferrari, the jetplane, the yacht, the parachute and the house were Plastic Man all along and he was just fucking with you.
Then he shapeshifts into a cage with webbed feet and swims all the way back into the Big City, where the cops and your tired father wait for you for your long overdue date with the law.
>"And that's how I caught this crook, Batsy! Nobody escapes from the long arm of the law!">"... did you orchestrated this capture just to have a setup for that stupid pun?">"Maaaaaaybe!"