Where is my cave?

*The next day 3rd person pov* 

The day after the capture of the criminals was a difficult day for Paulo. He saw how the chief of police had to give a statement to the press, and he didn't convey the true nature of the criminals he defeated. He used sophisms like saying that they were despicable criminals but didn't say out loud that they where an organized rape and probably sex trafficking group.

This made Paulo regret not having the foresight to have a base where he would have been able to interrogate the leader of that group himself and uncover the truth about all of them.

'No use in thinking about this. Hindsight is 20/20.' He thought to himself stoically. Deciding to move on, in the end he could not change the past.

Paulo turn-off the tv and stretched himself on the sofa taking a deep breath and looking at the ceiling. He will have to find a base where his activities would continue anonymous, the problem is that if he chooses himself an abandoned building, he will have to travel a long distance to where the crimes were happening.

This in turn made him acknowledge the need for a vehicle. A car would facilitate his life in a variety of ways. He could choose a distant place as a base, this in turn will make him safer as the more distance from his normal place of activity the harder is to people to locate his position.

'Let's think about this later, I need to get to class.' Paulo shook his head to disperse the thoughts. It would be a long day again.

Later that day in school

Paulo was walking the corridors of his school trying to think of the best way to acquire a vehicle that didn't belonged to no one and was unmarked, as in didn't have a name that that vehicle could be trace to.

As he was walking, he heard noises of conflict, he could differentiate such noises because they were a distinct type of noise in comparison with normal everyday sounds. They had a kind of charge to them as if the people involved were discharging their energy on the environment making a focused person immediately see the difference.

A group of boys were picking on a shorter boy, this was your everyday bullying, the shorter boy was an autistic person who was new at the school, so the ruffians on the school obviously had it in them to make fun of him.

'Sigh, let get this over with.' Paulo thought as he approached the group.

"Look at this retard, I bet he never had a girl in his life." The supposed leader of the group of ruffians was saying as Paulo arrived. He was the infamous son of a rich parent; he was different from normal because his parent was a supposed drug lord.

"Alright guys, stop with this nonsense. It's too early to do this bullshit." Paulo arrived already bumping on people and disrupting the encirclement, entering in the circle standing in front of the bullied boy.

"HAHA, look at this guy, our famous martial artist. You should not get your nose in other people busyness." The leader of the bullies, his name was John, said. He began his speech laughing however by the end he was stone faced.

John had all a normal person wanted, he had money, he had women, he had notoriety. The problem with all of that was that all of his accomplishments were because of his father. Father who, was jailed and away. So, the disconnect with his father made him aways want to lash out in all directions to gain some form of attention.

"John my guy, you don't want the smoke today. I'm not in the mood to entertain your nonsense. If you want to mess with someone you should go mess with a person who can defend himself at least. Are you so pathetic that you are messing with a person weaker than yourself?" Paulo of course didn't give a hoot about the problems of a bully. Nor he measure his words just because his opponent had connections with the criminal world.

"I dare you to say this again… You think you are so good just because you won some sport competitions. The real world doesn't have rules mate, and you are not faster than a bullet, nor your skin is invulnerable to knives." John had a blank look on his face looking at Paulo. He already forgotten the boy he was bullying. If there was one thing, he could not accept was disrespect from his inferiors. Who was this bastard thinking he was to talk to him like that?

"Heh, I thought at least you guys had the honor to face me like real men. It seems that you are only strong when you rely on your weapons." Paulo taunted, even if they pull out weapons he was not worried for his life. But the buy behind him could get hurt so he expected to deescalate the situation by making them stick to their fists.

John looked at the grin on the bastard face (Paulo's) and he spat on the ground.

"Ptui, let's get out of here. This is not entertaining anymore." He chooses to go. He could not mark his reputation as a coward who only rely on weapons nor he wanted to risk to get in a brawl with someone like Paulo.

Paulo looked at the backs of the ruffians who were getting smaller and smaller as they were getting away. Looking at them he decided that he would mess with them later in his vigilante persona.

'They would be the donors I need to my noble cause.' He thought as he turns himself to the small boy who stayed quiet during all of this.

"Hello buddy, what is your name?" He asked the boy. Boy who was observing him all this time with intent.

"My name is Albert. I'm 15 years old." Albert said in a practiced manner as if he was taught to say this every time some one asked for his name.

"Good mate. You should practice some sport, if you were a hunk of muscles those cunts wouldn't mess with ya." Paulo said with mirth. It was true as well, if you appear strong must people is afraid to mess with you too much.

"Alright, good day mate. Be careful out there." Paulo finish saying seeing that Albert didn't say anything more. With a pat on his back, he began to walk away thinking about how people with autism have their peculiarities.

Albert watched his savior walking away after getting himself in risk to defend him. He didn't know how to express his gratitude with words, but he thought in his mind that he will thank him for his actions later somehow.

(AN: I'm fucking tired mate. My mind is unfocussed all day today. Writing this was truly a difficult task for my unfocussed mind. But I pushed through and came back on the other side.

I tried to explore the difficulty of finding a 'batcave' in the real world without the money and all the problems a person can find in the line of heroism. I don't know if I conveyed my thoughts in a clear manner.

I tried my best though so that is what I can do.

Give me stones people!

As aways if you want to give me coffee the link is the same https://www.buymeacoffee.com/manoelpaulf )