"You are under arrest for murder with a Parahuman power, Villain!"
"No I'm not."
"What... Of course you are! By the powers granted to me by the federal government, I am placing you under arrest!"
"For what?"
"I just
told you! Murder exacerbated by a Parahuman power. Kaiser is
dead over there, and we have witnesses that say you did it."
"I did do it, yes."
"AHA! Condemned out of your own mouth, miscreant! You are coming with me."
"Nope."
"... you are making this far more difficult than it needs to be. We have incontrovertible proof that..."
"Hold on. Please."
"Attempting to talk yourself out of this won't work."
"Bet it will."
"What was that?"
"Nothing. OK, look. You're trying to arrest me for murdering our local Nazi leader by means of a Parahuman power, correct?"
"Yes."
"And you think that I'm a villain?"
"Yes!"
"Right. I see.
Couple of minor points though."
"Which are?"
"Well, point one, it was self defence, he was attacking this entire area and killed at least five people I'm sure of, not to mention injured about another ten."
"Killing a villain with powers is unacceptable and is deemed murder in the eyes of the law regardless of circumstances."
"Which is idiotic. That aside, point two is that I didn't use any powers."
"I don't understand..."
"I used this. It's a gun. You may remember them from such crimes as the bank robbery yesterday where all your Wards got humiliated?"
"..."
"Shot him right in the eye. .45ACP hollow point to the brain seemed to do the job, even with his armor. He still needed to be able to see and he didn't duck fast enough."
"..."
"No powers. No Parahuman crime. Clear self defence case in my view, and I bet the law will say the same."
"...even if you used a gun, you being a Parahuman will still mean that..."
"Not a Parahuman either. Just a normal human."
"You're wearing a
mask!"
"It's the middle of March and it's cold. This is a
scarf!"
"I don't believe this."
"Sorry. Not a Parahuman, no powers involved, Kaiser was a dick, and now he's a dead dick. Now if you'll excuse me I need to go talk to the cops over there, the ones grinning at us, tell them what happened, and then my dad expects me home for dinner. Nice to meet you, Armsmaster. Later."