As he rushes to corner bank
Do deposit all he's earned
He cannot help but concentrate
On the bridges he has burned

He runs a shop just across town
Customizing frames and tires
But when good citizens fall with the sun
He strikes up his own fires

As he parks and makes his way
To the doorway to the site
He sees a rather unwelcomed man
A villian named Frostbite

"Oh Frosty won't you come out to play?"
Says our hero to his bane
"For letting you take all that...