Box

No one used telephone boxes anymore but they were still very sturdy structures although mainly used as urinals.

He was homeless and temperatures were going to drop below freezing so the telephone box was his only option. It would keep him a little warmer and drier but he would come out smelling of stale urine, feeling even worse than he went in, but at least alive.

He awoke, itching all over, and then he saw wires coming from the telephone penetrating his skin. The wires were almost invisible but he could feel them.

As the sun came up, the wires let him go, but his head was full of conversations, telephone conversations, telling mundane things and telling secrets, credit card numbers, bank details, plans for affairs and murders, and he now had all this in his head.

He made an anonymous call to the police telling them of a planned murder. They were dubious but apprehended the culprit as he attacked his victim. A life was saved.

He let them have more tips about robberies, kidnappings and more murders.

There were some dubious bank and drug deals and with the information he gathered, he drained the accounts and was soon able to stay in first-class hotels and dress in the latest styles.

The police dubbed him "The Telephone Man" but he took the name "Wired/Weird". No one could ever know who he was.

His life was good but solitary.

He was The Telephone Man, Wired/Weird and like Batman, he made the world a better place using his newfound wealth and talents.