Hawks is a Pro Hero, meaning he’s had to deal with the dark side of humanity. Murders… kidnappings… the works. At this point he’s decently desensitized to the horrible things he encounters in his career.

Of course, something there’s just no getting used to.

Tonight he’s been assigned the night shift for patrol, the sky is clear and there’s a nice breeze blowing against his skin. It’s perfect flying weather, and apparently he’s not the only one with that thought.

Not even thirty minutes into his patrol and he spots his first problem, a teenager. They’re on the roof of one of cities many hotel buildings, sitting on the edge of the guard railing and staring blankly at the cars and people moving below. It makes his feathers twitch. He dives down from the sky, landing gracefully on the roof behind the teen and taking a few steps closer.

“Its a beautiful night, eh?”

He says, trying to cover up his slight unease with his usual chipper facade.