Apparently, there's been a murder at a comic-book shop, and there are some action figures with blood spatter on them. As Dexter processes the evidence, he VOs, "I never really understood the whole superhero thing, but lately, it does seem we have a lot in common: tragic beginnings, secret identities, part human, part mutant" -- and, sharing a moment with Doakes, "arch-enemies." LaGuerta comes up, and says, "Great way to start the day, huh?" "Shouldn't you be movin' back into your office, boss?" Dex replies with a mock salute. Heh. LaGuerta asserts that she'd "rather be here. What can you tell me?" Dexter thinks it was a blunt-force trauma, and explains the blood patterns. None of this really matters, trust me. This is all just a big thematic setup. They ascertain that there was no robbery, and the murder was probably personal, because of the brutality of it. It seems the guy, Denny Foster, was bludgeoned with an Aquaman snow-globe. Dexter looks up and sees a poster for The Dark Defender, a comic that features a ninja-dressed guy holding a bloody blade, standing in front of the moon and some palm trees on top of a pile of bodies. The only visible feature of the guy is his chin, which looks a lot like Dexter's. Dex asks a guy that Doakes is interviewing where the poster came from. "Denny had this great idea to put a spin on that vigilante serial killer we got running around." "Definitely has a nicer ring to it than the 'Bay Harbor Butcher,'" opines Dex. Doakes gets pissy at Dexter for interrupting his interview, but the guy, apparently another employee at the comic place, doesn't seem to mind: "Denny was trying to set up The Dark Defender as a graphic novel. 'Stalker of the night, his blade of vengeance turns wrong into right.' I need some air." The guy goes outside, and Doakes gives Dex a sarcastic "Thanks a lot," and follows the guy. Dexter goes back to look at the poster, and behind him we see Doakes talking to the guy again. See, Doakes? He's right there! No need to be so pissed. "The Dark Defender," VOs Dex. "Nah, Miami's too hot for all that leather." Word. You'd get caught in a second just from sweating all over the crime scene.