@ Gothic City, Hours after POW's battle with Kurt.

Sam Guthry had a long day, returning to his ghetto apartment was not much of a relief. How could he have stooped so low? A renown cybernetic scientist at Avalon to this, a life at a clinic doing menial work. His night was about to become just that much worse. Upon entering his apartment, he chucked his keys into the darkness, expecting to hit the kitchen table as usual. However, instead of a wooden clunk, they rattled in the grasp of another person.

"What in the hell?" Sam muttered worriedly and flicked on the lights. POW sat in his kitchen, already wearing a replacement mask from the one lost by Kurt Pendragon. Twirling the keys around in one hand, POW pointed his free fist towards the doctor's kneecaps. "What's up, doc?" The goon proceeded to blast Guthry's knees, enough to give them minor fractures. While Sam was busy screaming in agony, POW walked over to the sink and wetted his cloth once again. While damp, POW gently dabbed his empty left eye socket to reduce the bleeding, already staining his mask from how heavy it flowed.

"Now, as you can see I have been... Handicapped. Q did a scan on your work, impressive for a fired scientist." POW commended Sam's work, pulling up a chair to sit in, just glaring at the writhing man with a tad of joy. "What the F?CK do you want from me!?" Sam cried, still trying to wonder if he'll ever walk again. "Well for starters." POW nudged his fist against his victim's temple, the gauntlet vibrating intensely. "You're going to give me a glass eye, after patching me up of course. THEN, you're going to work on a replacement. If not? Everyone you loved, everyone you called a friend and everyone you call family will be turned into PASTE by my hand... Do. You. Understand?"

Sam was a pushover, wasn't going to argue after those threats at least. "O-Okay, I swear on it. Just please don't hurt my family!" POW slowly removed his fist from Guthry's head, powering down. "Good, now let's get you in a chair and patching me up. I have a very special appointment tonight, how much more I destroy you is dependent on how late I am..."

Willis Lincoln's Apartment, The Drags in Gothic hours after surgery.

Willis unlocked his door quietly, as to not waken her. He took a moment to gently rub the eye patch that now covered his left socket, still sore from the scrubbing Same gave him to avoid infection. In his pocket was the glass eye he could wear after a couple of days, the only solace in an eye patch for now is it would give Becky a good laugh.

The working class villain kicked himself for "working" when she he had custody of his daughter for only two days, but that diamond was only available for a short time. And there she laid on the couch, his daughter, his spawn, a part of his reasons to be the man he was. Even after losing an eye and defeated by a vigilante, Lincoln still smiled at the sight.

After turning the Looney Tunes off, the father picked his daughter up gently, failing to keep her asleep. Becky's tired eyes noticed the eye patch immediately, placing her small hand on it. Though Willis winced, he still chuckled at her curiosity. "Daddy, you look goofy with that on. What happened?" Becky questioned, rubbing her own eyes from the sandman.

Willis simply shrugged and pinched her nose, causing a giggle. "Didn't I tell you, pumpkin? I'm a pirate, I just keep a secret. Gotta wear this to see in the dark when I need to!" He swung Becky around towards her bed, speaking in his best black beard voice. "Now get to bed, or no pancakes with faces on them tomorrow morning."

After she was all tucked in, Lincoln's joy faded while lighting up a smoke and staring out the stained window. Plans raced through his head, all dreadful and cruel. Pow was going to not only break the Archer, but break his soul.