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Dresden waited until the heroes(?) had left, then walked up to the body and knelt down to inspect it. The mangling implied death by crushing, tossing the man who had called himself the Blood Claw right out, yet he smelled ozone in the air, meaning electricity had been involved. The man who had called himself Psionic was probably, well, psychic, so he was unlikely to have done the kill when he could have just given the man an aneurysm, leaving only the one named The Nobleman. Hell of a name for someone as unnoble as a murderer. He left the museum and delivered his findings on the man downstairs to the police, who were just now rushing in. It figured... No one ever wanted to risk their life against a super, but they were MORE than willing once the battlefield involved the words "Your Honor". As he left the museum, a reporter came up to him with a pad and pen.
"Mr. Purgatorio, I'm Diane Remarte, a journalist for The Last Word, could I ask a few questions?" they asked, pen at the ready.
"Might as well, but I'm warning you now, I wasn't here for the events that transpired, I only saw the after effects." Dresden said, keeping his posture firm and strong, something he always did in court to prevent himself from looking sloppy and unkempt, which became a habit of his whenever people asked him questions. It reminded him of law school too much.
"Very well. Mr. Purgatorio, can I just call you Purgatorio?"
"Purge would work just as well, but I always fel Purgatorio was more symbolic. Your question?"
"Yes, Purge, how do you feel about the current level of crime the villains of the city have been committing?"
"Well, it's a part of human nature to enjoy the suffering of others. It takes those who are willing to rise above the natural order to be the heroes and stop them. But I know that didn't answer your question the way you wanted. Allow me to give you a better answer. While I believe that criminals are indeed committing crimes at a rate I'd much rather was lower, our legal system is helping to rehabilitate several of these criminals, either by incarceration or less intensive means, and has visibly shown that several villains and regular criminals who have been through rehabilitation have indeed gone on to live better lives, some villains actually have gone on to be heroes."
"But what about the Bulk? You arrested him yourself, do you think someone like him beyond legal assistance?"
"The Bulk himself was only branded a villain because he was causing property damages, when his power is simply that he gets stronger when experiencing intense emotion. That's why I hired a lawyer who I felt could handle the Bulk's case after his arrest, both because I felt the Bulk could be a better man if he knew how to control himself, and because I know the public defenders rarely do their jobs well, usually because they are fresh out of law school while the DA is an experienced prosecutor, and the owner of several prisons. Dresden is a capable lawyer, and managed to get the Bulk off the hook in exchange for attending anger management sessions. So far, the Bulk has attended all of his sessions, and is showing incredible improvement. If that doesn't give you hope for our city, I don't know what does."
"Thank you, Purge, do you think I could get the numb of this Dresden?"
"You could, he's the only lawyer in this city that seems to get anything done on the legal front when supers are involved. He actually saved MY sorry ass when I first arrived in this city." Diane smiled at this.
"The Holy Hell? How did that happen?" Dresden smiled.
"I came from a rather sheltered place, which happened to be quite religious. I was a bit more violent with my powers back then, and ended up murdering someone. He got me out of that with a sneaky bit about my not knowing that killing those committing evil was an evil unto itself, and got my sentence dropped with only parole needed. Needless to say, I'd probably be a bit worse off without him." At this, Dresden's pager went off, and he took a few steps back. "Much as I'd like to stay, I need to be elsewhere. Look for Dresden Wright at Wright and Corless Offices. He and maybe his coworker Sara will be in." He then turned and took off into the night, his left hand forming a whip that lashed up to snag a gargoyle, which he then pulled himself to, and then to the corner of another building, the tip of the whip sprouting a hook to grab onto the wall. As he landed and ran off, heading towards his office and removing his mask. He then formed several bandages from the metal his left hand created, and quickly made a "cast" for his right hand, also quickly taking a permanent marker and scrawling a smiley face and a "Get well soon! -Sara" on it to make it look authentic. As he walked into the office, he sighed in thanks to his God, Sara wasn't in, he didn't her headache now.