Not on the sunniest of days, nor the darkest of nights, would they let evil escape their ever-watchful gaze. This they vowed, as the literal son/daughter of Justice. They stood on the very same mound their father had long ago, their head held high, their eyes staring up into the black abyss of the darkest night the swamp had ever known.
They stiffened their pose, trying to stretch out their neck to appear a bit more regal, and perhaps more intimidating to the villains they were absolutely sure were lurking in the bushes around them. In doing so, they took one step forward... And one step too far. Down they fell, their face splashing in the semi-solid mud below.
Fantastic.