His name is...
Before enforcing my "masterplan", I turned myself into the justiceseeker disguise and paraded through the streets. And since everyone around there knew that disguise, I was showered with adoration. It was quite refreshing to see something like that, you know? However, when you realise that it was a foundation built on massive lies, you would eventually find yourself feeling less happy. And that's exactly what happened to me.
Anyhow, strutting like that wasn't my intention to begin with. So, I got to my actual plan. I threw the sick bastard to the centre of the street, grabbing the attention of the people around me—not that they weren't paying attention to me already though.