Super Massive Black Hole, Part 2

“Trickster!” Sam parried another slash of the villain’s kopis. “What did you do to Marcus Flint?!”

“Why don’t you just call him by his real name?” The Trickster challenged, cackling afterward.

“Shut up!” Sam growled. “And who said you could dress like me?”

“Do you like it?” Trickster stepped back from Sam’s attack just so he could twirl around and show off his knockoff suit. “Got it on sale. Meaning I only had to kill three people to cobble this together.”

Sam’s brow furrowed. “You didn’t need to do that… Your plan to pin the crime on me failed. So, this suit’s purpose is moot.”

“Well, that whole bit with blaming you for Crow-Man’s abduction was just a bonus,” the Trickster admitted. “This suit’s real purpose is to piss you off… and I say it’s working perfectly.”

“Trickster!” Sam charged forward with his sword raised high.

They exchanged one, two, and then three slashes, none of which managed to cut the other.