He headed for the door, but one last resident of the Mansion had yet to say his good-byes. He moved to block Josh’s exit.

    “Hatman,” Josh acknowledged.

    “Josh,” he replied.

    “Y’know, you can’t really bust me for being a mutate freedom fighter anymore since mutate freedom fighters don’t technically exist anymore.”

    “I’m not here to bust you for anything,” said Hatman.

    “Upset because now you have to redo our tactical maneuvers since I’m leaving and powerless?”

    “Nope.”

    “Umm, I don’t think I’ve made any passes at your girl lately, have I?”

    “Not that I’m aware of, and since you’re powerless now I’d suggest you don’t start,” smirked the Capped Crusader. “I’m here to say you did good, Josh.”

    “I’m sorry, I think some of my hearing may have been lost with my powers.”
    “There’s nothing wrong with your hearing,” Hatman assured him. “Seriously, back there against Morbido, you did good. I was impressed.”

    “Yeah? Really?”

    “Yeah, really.” Hatman extended his hand. “I’m proud to have served with you as a Legionnaire.”

    A big grin broke across Josh’s face. “Well, for being a g-man with a stick up your cape, you’re not bad yourself.” He shook Hatman’s hand. “Hey, what’s this?” There was a small object that Hatman had passed to Josh.

    “That’s your communicard. Once a Legionnaire, always a Legionnaire. Keep in touch, eh?”

    Josh fiddled with the card, then put it in his pocket. “I think you’ll hear from me from time to time.”

    “Good. And Josh?”

    “Yeah?”

    “Don’t use it to make passes at my girl.”

    Josh grinned again. “No promises man, no promises.”

    “Take it easy Josh.”

    “Keep your stick on the ice hoser.”