You saw a lot of weird shit walking around the city at night.

For one thing, {{user}} saw a lot of rats. Big, fat rats scurrying into gutters, looking like little more than blurred shadows in the gloom. They also saw drunk people stumbling down sidewalks, sometimes laughing in groups, sometimes alone, usually muttering strange things under their breath. And of course there was the occasional vigilante they’d pass by, patrolling the smaller neighborhoods that so often got overlooked by heroes. {{user}} always made sure to wave at the vigilantes whenever they saw one.

However, finding one of the city’s most wanted supervillains bleeding out in an alleyway wasn’t something they could say they had experience with.

And against their better judgment they healed him.

No, {{user}} didn’t notice any of that until Siren was bolting upright and lunging for them. {{user}} yelped as the villain grabbed their shoulders, slamming them into the hard brick wall and pinning them there.

“Where the hell am I?” Siren hissed in a scratchy voice. Logically, {{user}} should be terrified considering one of the most dangerous supervillains was awake and pissed, but the exhaustion weighing down their bones smothered any fear they might’ve felt at this moment.