On top of a rooftop, Lucius rested his head on the bags of money he had taken from the thieves via his energy twin. Come to think of it, he really had no idea what the hell he could or would spend it on? A house? Nah, he didn't really have to stay in a single place for a long time, being a Sinestro Corpsman and all. Not like he could do so even if he wanted to.
"So in the end.... why the hell did I even bother taking this after those asses got their heads bashed in?!"
Meh. He'd find something to do with it. For now though, Lucius created a small wormhole and began tossing the bags inside. Aside from his power battery, this small pocket dimension like thingy stored many of the things he had no use for at the moment.
Now he needed to find something else to do... reassuming his Archfiend identity, the yellow lantern rose into the sky once more. He began to think about what he actually could do aside from chasing down a few lowly robbers. If he was going to bring about order like he claimed... he needed to step his game up... and maybe stop making so many weird jokes, puns, or whatever the hell crossed his mind at random moments...
"Eh.... nah!"
A perfect place to begin would be the slums of the city. Poverty stricken, riddled with the scum of society... yes... yes, maybe a purge would do some good...