psycho!!!"

Mason steadily urged the man to his knees and looked over at Bruce as the woman remained silent and stunned,

"Do you have handcuffs, Detective?" He asked calmly.

The Android, with a steady expression, kept his eyes on the stranger, "What the f—" before the man could finish, Mason pressed his thumb into their wrist which snapped the tendon. The man buckled and wriggled and screamed as he tried to claw Mason's hand away, "Let go a me, ya fuckin'

[...]

her shoulders.

Mason raised his eyes to Bruce, "Excuse me, Mr. Robertson." He then turned toward the couple and strode down the sidewalk to directly approach the man.

The moment he arrived, the man had raised his hand and began to swing toward the women, but was caught by Mason.

[...]

That was until he heard arguing down the street near the corner. He slightly turned his head, but kept his eyes down as he listened.

It was a man arguing with a woman, and he had just stepped a little closer to her,

"You /bitch/!" The man yelled in her face, which caused her to scrunch

[...]

visit your superior, and then I would like to visit the scene." He requested.

If he could feel any sort of excitement, it only showed through the bright yellow glow of the ring indicator on his temple.

With the department's permission, of course."

"Tell me about your case. I have none that I'm assigned to, so I could help you. If you don't mind the assistance." The light had returned to blue after a slight wobble.

"I am not equipped to feel self esteem, Mr. Robertson. Insults are irrelevant, to me."

There was a moment of silence before he spoke again, the light slipping back into its blue glow,

"Pondering and decisiveness, Mr. Robertson. That is what the yellow light means." He started to crack a smile, but his lips slowly refused and returned to normal.

// Hhhhhh . . .

*Nods in yet another trip to Half Price Books*

// WHAAAAA?!???

Ok, that's freaking awesome!

// Ah, sympathy . . . memory . . . uhm . . . past . . . pains?