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This is something I often think about regarding villains?
A perfect example would be William Baker, The Sandman.
Can you imagine how wealthy Baker would become if he applied his abilities toward legitimate employment? Let's say he goes into urban demolition.
After going to engineering school for 4 years, he arrives on site and sets up a beach chair, a side table, a beach umbrella and a cooler. Starting at the top of the building, he begins removing the sand from the mortar holding the brick facade to the building. It takes concentration, because he's gotta vibrate it all apart, which is why he's got a chair and a cooler full of food and drinks.
Separating the sand, he then uses the sand to carry the freed bricks to the staging area, and stacks them on pallets. Those will be sold at a generous premium to buyers keen on buying vintage period bricks for bespoke homes. The now pulverized cement gets deposited in bulk sacks to be brought to the cement plant for roasting and reactivation. This process continues until all the bricks are gone, leaving the timber supports.
Still using the sand, Baker begins drilling out the nails and bolts holding the timbers together. The timbers are collected using the sand, and deposited on trailers for refinishing and sale to even more bespoke construction projects. This continues until nothing is left by piles of sand and bags of cement, the last things to be carted off for reprocessing and sale.
Baker is exhausted, but his company has just made over $300,000 in a single job.
And if his company BOUGHT the property, he gets the right to sell all that recycled material to eager buyers.
Look, here's another?
Magneto.
He travels to France. Specifically, The Somme. And he begins to systematically pull every single artillery shell, grenade, bullet and piece of equipment out of the ground. Artillery shells and grenades are ripped open and the explosive set on fire by magnetic induction of the shells. Chemical shells are set aside for more careful disposal. Bullets are stripped of their copper jackets, and the copper and lead are set aside.
The authorities arrive in time to see several hundred piles of scrap metal, each nearly seven meters tall, waiting to be carted off for recycling.
While they're contemplating that, Erik moves to the Mouth of the Thames and begins cleaning up the SS Richard Montgomery.
***************
I've often thought that there could be a sort of person in comics who walks that narrow line between light and dark. Not a hero, not a villain, but someone who has enough reputation and skill to navigate both sides in order to help other supers, villains or heroes, to find a place in society.
Call them, The Fixer.
They make prosecutions vanish. Criminal records get sealed. Everyone they work with finds valuable, profitable employment in public or private sector jobs, and need never return to a life of crime, and heroes can ditch their secret identities in lieu of marketing their skills.
They don't charge anything for their services, they only ask that they can call in a favor at a later time. And nobody ever says no.
A perfect example would be William Baker, The Sandman.
Can you imagine how wealthy Baker would become if he applied his abilities toward legitimate employment? Let's say he goes into urban demolition.
After going to engineering school for 4 years, he arrives on site and sets up a beach chair, a side table, a beach umbrella and a cooler. Starting at the top of the building, he begins removing the sand from the mortar holding the brick facade to the building. It takes concentration, because he's gotta vibrate it all apart, which is why he's got a chair and a cooler full of food and drinks.
Separating the sand, he then uses the sand to carry the freed bricks to the staging area, and stacks them on pallets. Those will be sold at a generous premium to buyers keen on buying vintage period bricks for bespoke homes. The now pulverized cement gets deposited in bulk sacks to be brought to the cement plant for roasting and reactivation. This process continues until all the bricks are gone, leaving the timber supports.
Still using the sand, Baker begins drilling out the nails and bolts holding the timbers together. The timbers are collected using the sand, and deposited on trailers for refinishing and sale to even more bespoke construction projects. This continues until nothing is left by piles of sand and bags of cement, the last things to be carted off for reprocessing and sale.
Baker is exhausted, but his company has just made over $300,000 in a single job.
And if his company BOUGHT the property, he gets the right to sell all that recycled material to eager buyers.
Look, here's another?
Magneto.
He travels to France. Specifically, The Somme. And he begins to systematically pull every single artillery shell, grenade, bullet and piece of equipment out of the ground. Artillery shells and grenades are ripped open and the explosive set on fire by magnetic induction of the shells. Chemical shells are set aside for more careful disposal. Bullets are stripped of their copper jackets, and the copper and lead are set aside.
The authorities arrive in time to see several hundred piles of scrap metal, each nearly seven meters tall, waiting to be carted off for recycling.
While they're contemplating that, Erik moves to the Mouth of the Thames and begins cleaning up the SS Richard Montgomery.
***************
I've often thought that there could be a sort of person in comics who walks that narrow line between light and dark. Not a hero, not a villain, but someone who has enough reputation and skill to navigate both sides in order to help other supers, villains or heroes, to find a place in society.
Call them, The Fixer.
They make prosecutions vanish. Criminal records get sealed. Everyone they work with finds valuable, profitable employment in public or private sector jobs, and need never return to a life of crime, and heroes can ditch their secret identities in lieu of marketing their skills.
They don't charge anything for their services, they only ask that they can call in a favor at a later time. And nobody ever says no.
Great minds think alike, and so do ours! In my so-far-unpublished younger-readers story, "Junkyard Dogs", there is such a person as "The Fixer", and he is almost exactly as you describe him here. He'll fix your problem - but in return, you owe him a favor, to be collected whenever he might need a person of your talents.
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