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"Another long day as a grade school teacher..." The cheetah sighed loudly as he closed the front door behind him, loosening his tie. "Well as the kids say, thank god it's the weekend... right, Mr. Arlond?" He said as he looked at himself in a mirror on the wall, grinning lightly with a small chuckle before heading to his room to change from his work suit.

Mr. Arlond, or Trent as his friends and family knew him as, has been a grade school teacher for the past ten years, though the 32 year old cheetah didn't let that get to him. Every day when he got home from trying to train those little monsters' minds, he would work on training himself in his at home personal gym.

Trent could handle dealing with kids and their bullies, but what he couldn't do was handle them after they had grown up. He was sickened by the teens and adults that caused issues for everyone else. He had tried everything possible to keep them on a good path to the future, but for some it was just a lost cause; and he felt that he was responsible for it for more than that reason... he loved teaching kids, but what he loved more than anything was teaching adults those same lessons, but by using any kind of force he had to.

"Ninety seven.... Ninety-eight... ninety-nine... one hundred!" the cheetah exclaimed as he finally finished his reps, panting a bit as he sat up and toweled his face off "Perfect warm up before I teach night school." He chuckled a bit at his usual bad joke, standing up and heading to the shower for a quick rinse off, but stopped a few steps from the bathroom at what he saw on the news.

"We interrupt your scheduled programming to bring you this urgent news." He dropped the towel and nearly ran to the TV, his eyes wide like a cub's would be on Christmas morning. "This is the video footage we have from the security cameras where the robbery took place." Trent's mouth was agape as he watched the robbery, three young adults shooting their way into the bank and pistol whipping any bystander that even remotely got in the way.

"How could anyone by that cruel to others?" The cheetah sounded upset, but he was giving the television a very toothy grin. "I don't know why anyone would do something like this, everyone knows that the bad guys get it in the end..." He licked his lips hungrily as he darted for the bathroom, deciding on only a quick rinse rather than a full shower like normal.

"Looks like it's time for us to teach again, huh?" Trent chuckled darkly as he pulled his Hero Suit out from a locked box he kept under the bed, an almost blood shade of red for most of it with a bit of blue trim. "Or should I say..." He said to himself before pulling on his mask, it covering his head and only showing his eyes and mouth, "It's time for the Disciplinarian to punish his bad students again." He quickly suited himself up, strapping a stainless steel nightstick to his left ankle before standing back up and looking at himself in the nearby full body mirror.

The Disciplinarian whistled as he posed and looked to his reflection. "Now this is the proper body of someone who works out their mind and body." He filled his superhero outfit out quite well, the spandex outfit hugging his body, showing off the dedication he put into keeping in shape; and the better shape he was in, the more prepared he was for his nightly lessons. "Now let's go send those delinquents to detention." And with that, he quickly headed into the garage, getting on his motorcycle before speeding off into the night in the direction the robbers were last seen heading towards.

It took a while before the Hero caught wind of the robbers, having ease dropped on a few police frequencies on his personal radio installed on his motorcycle. He grinned a toothy grin as he revved his bike, quickly heading to a quiet part of the city and not stopping until he found the old apartment building the police had mentioned.

The Cheetah moved his bike into the alleyway, hiding it behind a few garbage cans before he began to survey the area, looking around for any of the three robbers before working on his way in. He took one last look around him before slipping in through an open window on the first floor. 'Ok, I'm in, now I just need to make sure I'm not caught before I find them.' He thought to himself as he tiptoed his way towards the stairs, and slowly worked his way up them.

His breath was very shallow as his ears twitched, carefully listening to the sounds coming from the building. Most uninformed people would just assume it was empty, and any sounds coming from it was normal, but not 'The Disciplinarian'. He studied up on the situation, and had well learned the habits of robbers, thieves, and kidnappers as he had been doing this for years now and had earned quite a reputation for himself.

He made his way up the first few floors, it being quiet the whole while until a sudden sound echoed down the stairwell. Apparently the robbers were having a small celebration for 'getting away', a bit of laughter coming from just the floor up.

"Hey pass the booze over here!" One of them could be heard yelling. The Cheetah could only shake his head lightly as his grin returned 'Once a bully, always a bully. Gloating about anything bad they did and assuming they got away with it right before they got caught. I'm enjoying myself more and more as this goes on...'

He made his way up to the room they were hiding in, crouching down by the door ad he drew his baton, his ears twitching as he carefully listened to the robbers; listening for a long while. "Man, I can't believe we got away with it! $150,000 in cold hard cash!" A fox half shouted as he stumbled back onto the couch, spilling his drink on the floor. "Oops, heh. Hey Jack, throw me another beer!"

Jack, the wolf robber, only laughed as he threw his cohort another drink, hitting him with it due to his impaired vision "Whoops, thought you'd move Scott... hah I think I'm drink! Who wouldn't be right now with where we are, right Zack?" They only laughed again. The last one of the group, a bear named Barry, let out a loud belch, the sound echoing out into the hallways. "To hell with that, we don't have to work for the next year at the least, too bad we di*HICCUP*n't get more. Maybe next time huh fellahs." The clanged their beers together before downing them quickly, followed by yet another obnoxious belch.

'Disgusting. Anyone like them should be thrown in jail and never let out. Harming innocents and acting like they own the world.' The hero thought to himself as he slowly began to open the door to the small apartment, peering inside and looking at the robbers. By now one of them had passed out, and the other two were too drunk to even stand for long. 'And now I make my move.'

The Masked Hero turned off the lights before storming his way inside. "What the?! Hey guys get up I think the cops are he-" And before the fox could finish what he was saying, he grunted loudly as he was kneed hard in the gut and slamming into the wall. "Eh?" The bear was coming to from his passed out state from the loud noises. "Who turned off the damned lights?" "Someone else is with us in the room you fu-AUGH!!!" This time the wolf was caught off guard as the Cheetah's baton slammed into his shin, falling on his backside and grasping his leg. "I think the bastard just broke my leg!"

What?!" That got the bear up now, stumbling about a bit as he got up to his feet, a metallic click being hard as he drew his gun. "I'll blow your bra*HICCUP*ins out if you don't get on your knees and drop whatever you got!" He held his gun up, still a bit wobbly as the cheetah watched him.

"Never mess with a cheetah in the dark!" That was the only thing heard before the Bear's gun dropped to the floor, him yelling out in pain from his now broken hand. All the two conscious robbers could hear was someone chucking darkly. "You two have been bad, you know. Breaking the rules, hurting others for your own gain. It's such a shame that boys like you never learned a thing as kids... tisk tisk tisk..." Another loud crack was heard as this time the cheetah swung his baton at the bear's arm, his bone breaking from the force of the impact. "AUGH! What the hell is wro-" That was all the robber could get out before being hit again and falling limp to the floor. The smell of blood in the air from the Bear's bleeding and broken muzzle_._

"Bullies like you always got what they deserved in the end, I made sure of it. And you may not be my students, but I'll still punish you all the same." The wolf wanted to growl, but he could only wimper. His two buddies had been beaten and knocked out cold, and he had a broken leg "I-I'm sorry! We just didn't want to work! Do you know how ano-" The cheetah's foot met his face as he spoke, quickly tumbling to the side. He groaned loudly as he slowly tried to sit up, spitting out a couple of his teeth and nearly crying. "I'm sorry! Just stop, please!"

"EXCUSE ME?!" Was all the Cheetah could say from the Robber's words. "You're SORRY? You think that a simple apology will keep you from getting punished?" He exclaimed as he stepped towards the wolf again. "This is the class called life, and just words alone won't atone for your crimes. You should have thought differently before robbing that bank!" Was all the wolf heard before being picked up and thrown onto the shoddy coffee table, it breaking under his weight. "Ohhhh no, you're not off the hook. You are nowhere NEAR it!"

The fox had been picked up and thrown on top of him, the wolf gasping loudly in pain and short breath. "Now sit there and think about what you've done. The cops will be here shortly." One last crack was heard before the masked fur made his way to the door, him having broken the bear's foot to make sure he couldn't run away. "And is the cops ask, tell them it was 'The Disciplinarian'. I'm sure you heard of me." That was the last he said to the robbers before quickly making his way out the building, hopping on his motorcycle and driving off quickly. Red and Blue lights filling the air behind him as he drove away.

Trent sat on his couch, eating a small sandwich and a drink as he watched the news. The biggest story this month was on, and he couldn't help himself but grin. The three robbers had been caught, and they were in no shape to put up a fight or run away. "When they were all questioned about who had beaten them up like they had been, only one of the robbers could give the police any form of identification. Apparently the only name of the man who did this, was 'The Disciplinarian'. And once again we are forced to ask this: Is he out there punishing those that break the law, or does he do this out of pure enjoyment? Is he this town's hero, or just someone looking for a reason to hurt others?"

"Both. I enjoy seeing bullies and law breakers being punished for harming the innocent." Trent said to the TV, reclining on his couch and finishing his meal, grinning all the while.