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WHO: Theseus and Hippolyta
WHEN: Wednesday afternoon
WHERE: Streets of NY
WHAT: Sir, you're under arrest! For what exactly?
WARNING: Angry amazon warrior chick and her ex.

Theseus wasn't in the business for being the people's favorite. In fact in most cases he was a hit or miss. Half of his enemies he couldn't even remember why they dragged their heavy baggage around to spill on his good name. It was quite absurd really, he'd always been a wanderer (call it family genes). He hadn't quite learned his way around New York yet, which was good, he liked uncharted ground. It was a fresh map on his ship.

A breeze shot by as a teenager rammed into him dropping his bag of stolen goodies to the ground. Theseus jerked the child by his collar. "You can say excuse me," he had been a king at some point. The kid bucked out of his grip, stripping his coat off to get away, leaving the stolen mess for Theseus to pick up. Any angry store owner was bound to come around the corner, which happened in the ten seconds Theseus had predicted. However, instead of flagging down the cops to chase the culprit he pinned it on the tall, dark and handsome stranger.

Well, that was some morning welcome.