When he was recovering from the carnage and havoc wreaked on his face, Dini found himself with a gnawing pain that only got louder as time went on. HIs productivity was at zero, and he felt afraid. The police were very little help to him as far as bringing his muggers to justice, and the muggers had not only beat him to a pulp, but laughed and mocked him as they did so. It’s not like his self esteem was at any sort of a high at the point that his skull was getting cracked in either. No, with every crunch of cheekbone, and every squish of swelling tissue, Dini began to doubt if there were any real heroes in the world at all. Where was the crusader for him? He devoted his whole life to making kids believe in a hero when times got tough. Well, times were pretty damn tough at that moment, and there was not so much as a passerby to play looky-loo.