You aren't in a forgiving mood

Throughout this dramatic little scene, Antonio Signoria has been carefully edging his way towards the exit, slipping the gun out of his jacket pocket in case he needs it. He's watching for anyone to start suddenly running towards him, backing away as silently as he can manage.

Apparently, in spite of being a "fan" of the original Nightingale and yourself, underboss Tony didn't know just how futile trying to sneak away from you was. When you started performing a series of graceful backflips without even turning to look at him first, he was caught off guard. By the time his gun had been raised, you were doing a handstand right in front of him and gave his hand a hard kick, sending the palm pistol flying. Still standing on your hands, you delivered a kick to one side of his jaw, then the other, and back and forth another half a dozen times until he collapsed, spitting blood and covering his face with his hands.

In springing back to your feet, you land on his stomach with both heels painfully. Frankly, you consider him to be more of a monster than whatever unnatural alien thing was playing the role of the city's mob boss. Delivering a **** blow to the helpless man under your heels is a real temptation. But then, you realize that isn't the way of a heroine. Not even a 1990s anti-heroine.

Instead you kneel down on his chest and wrap your hands around his throat. From the look in his eyes he clearly believes he's about to die. "Shh, shh shhhhh." you shush him, green eyes twinkling menacingly. "For young criminals who don't know any better and can still improve, I'm satisfied to give them a nice hard 'nap' and a few lumps on their head to think about what they've done. But a wretched old vulture like you belongs in a cage forever. So when the cops take you in, you aren't going to use your power or any kind of connections to escape guilt, because if you do, well... It will be my solemn duty to track you down and... Dr. Rainbow? Cover your ears please."

Doc covers her mouth with a hand bashfully, but then plugs her fingers in her ears as you lean down and whisper to Antonio, who goes pale as a ghost and reflexively winces and crosses his legs in response to what you say. "Y-yes! Yes! I swear! No tricks, I'll take the rap!"

After leaving him handcuffed to a bolted-down table, you walk over to Rainbow and the defeated Full House members. In particular you focus in on Diamond-9, who avoids your gaze. "Now Doc... I'm sorry I dragged you into something this rough. But you can't get soft with people like this. I'm not about to let the woman who sexually assaulted me twice, one in person and once by proxy, go free as a bird. I'd have to say she's almost as bad as her mother."

"And anyway, Queen," you say scornfully with your hands on your hips, "I don't know how my heart is supposed to be overflowing with sympathy for your situation. Assuming I give you the benefit of the doubt and figure you never cheated on this 'King' of yours, the fact remains that he was a life-long criminal, just like you. What did you expect? Dishonesty was baked into your relationship the whole time. And besides that, ending his own life over something like that was, pardon the pun, a royal over-reaction."

"We always kept our promises to each other!" Queen said defiantly, clenching her fists. "I would have been furious! I would have... but even so! I never would have wanted him dead! I... I'd have stayed with him! If he had FIVE bastard daughters, I'd have stayed with him! How could he do this to me? To our family? It doesn't make any sense!"

Wiping the tears from her eyes and gritting her teeth, Queen shakes her head repeatedly. "The last time I saw him, when he was so distraught... he said he had to take care of something to protect me! This isn't protecting me! What did he mean? There must have been something I wasn't..."

Tiring of her rambling, you give a scowl and snap your fingers at Dr. Rainbow. "Come on, wrap her up. I need to get back to base and take a shower, I think we both do. Save your sympathy for all of the innocent citizens that she and her gang stole from and terrorized."

Doc nodded solemnly, and while Queen was still too distraught to fight back, a flash of rainbow magic wrapped her up from head to toe in tight-fitting gauze, making her look something like a mummy.

She was still lost in her own thoughts. "It must have been the fault of this other woman! She did something to him, I know it! I don't know how, but some day I shall have my ****!"

"If you ever get out of the all-plastic dungeon you so richly deserve, I'll be waiting in the wings to throw you right back in." You say to her dismissively, giving her a mean-spirited kick in the side. Right on cue, the police sirens could be heard in the distance.

Something about this whole situation was making you deeply uncomfortable for a reason you couldn't quite put your finger on. Not the sexual **** and humiliation; you were resigned to the fact that such things came with the territory. But something else, something familiar. You shook your head and beckoned Doc to come outside with you. "Come on, Doctor," you said to her, giving her a reassuring pat on the shoulder, "We should make sure we're presentable for the police and press. You're still a little 'messy' there and I need to get my clothes back on. We've just struck a crippling blow to organized crime in Acropolis and we need to look good on tomorrow's front pages."

"Do you think they'll be rehabilitated anytime soon, Nightingale?" Doctor Rainbow asked hopefully, eyes twinkling.

"If they are, I hope they do a better job than with this filthy animal." You give Melter a light kick in the side, just to make sure he's still conscious. "You'd better believe I'm going to be raising THAT issue with the rehabilitation program."