The Black Hat

The train car is full, yet no one dares enter your space.

All eyes are on you, but your gaze is down. This happens often as you emit an aura of mystery and danger.

A mother huddles her children together and all the men jockey to see who's gonna be the cowboy.

You hold your stance, and in the corner of your eye you see a young woman unable to look away from you, you lean into her fantasy and shoot her a glance and a wink — she can’t contain the smile that sweeps over her lips, her cheeks become flush, and she buries her head into her hands.

You look forward, meeting the gaze a man who wants to show the world he's tough. He does his best to intimidate, puffs his chest out, clenches his fist, and stands tall. You see his feet dance back and forth — You peer into the whites of his eyes; wide with a slight twitch practically watering... a scared dog.

Gotta give him props, he's really out of his element, but man is he trying... What he doesn’t know and what most people don't understand —

You’re not the villain, just The Black Hat

The one that goes into the darkness but isn’t corrupted by it. Think Batman, James Bond, or Man with No Name.

Ruthless when you need to be.
But always in control.
Not chasing rewards. Not seeking applause.
You do what’s right—because it’s right.
You answer to no one but your own incorruptible code.

The train slows, and the doors open. You lift your head, and the Cowboy tenses for a fight — the crowd shudders — as mother covers her children’s eyes!

Then you walk.
Right past him.
No drama. No scene.
Just a smirk—
And you disappear into the crowd.

This is for:
The Morally Incorruptible.
The Tame Lion.
The Good-Bad.

Not for:
The Cowboy. The Poser. The “Good” Guy.