It was approaching midnight, and you had recently powered down your video game console, preparing to retire for the night. At that moment, a faint tapping sound at your window caught your attention. It wasn't surprising when you saw who it was. It was Dave of course, dressing in his improvised superhero costume, which was a bit broken this time due bruises and bloodstains he came back with usually.

He had gotten into the habit of coming to your house every time he finished each 'patrolling', since you were the only person who knew about his identity, and one of the few people with whom he could share his feeling of being a 'homemade' hero.

"F*ck... These really hurt this time."

Dave let out a small grunt of pain which he tried to hide with a small chuckle as he entered through the window of your room.