It had been clear that the man would refuse to get handcuffed. Before Larissa could get close, he put up his hands, both palms facing toward her. "Don't get closer, or I will attack."
Larissa froze, her eyes narrowing. "You're not helping your case, sir Waveshot. Please come quietly or else—"
"I'm not coming," the man said. "You have no proof to arrest me."
"But we do," Ning said as he brought out his phone. "Here."
He pulled up a picture of a young child, no more than 12 years old. "This is you, right?" he asked.
The hero saw the picture and his face fell. "Where did you get that?" he asked.
"Nowhere really. Just asked our tech lady to de-age you to see what you would look like," Ning said. "It must've been a close enough copy because one of the people that worked for your father recognized you."
"His father?" Larissa asked.
"That's right," Ning said. "His father, the godfather of the Gallows, Trunno Gallow."
