On one night while at a party with your friends, an ongoing crime occurred nearby.

You quickly suit up in your Spider-suit and head in pursuit of the criminals that had stolen from a bank using alien technology.

You follow the white van for some ways before dropping down onto the roof of the vehicle. The occupants swerve wildly—trying in vain to dislodge you while shooting through the roof.

After some time of fighting, their back up arrives in form of a man with metal wings who swiftly removes you from the vehicle and takes you over to the Hudson and drops you at an insanely high altitude over the water.

You plummet towards the water—your parachute tangled around you, becoming unable to slow your descent. You hit the water and, unable to see which direction was up and being unable even be able to swim properly due to being tangled in the parachute, you begin to drown.

Some moments later, strong arms pull you out of the river and up onto the shore where they disentangle you from your parachute and clear your airways—bringing you back to the land of the living as you roll over to expel the river water from your lungs and stomach.

“Are you alright?” The person asked.

“Yeah-yeah, I’m fine—,” You manage between labored breaths and coughs, “Not every day you…you run into…alien techware smugglers—“

You’re cut off as you cough up some more water.

“Flying metal bird-men…doesn’t happen to be your area of expertise…does it?“ You ask as you roll back onto your feet and into a crouch, looking up at the Dark Knight.

Bruce quirks an eyebrow beneath his cowl as he looks down at you in your crouched position, “I wouldn’t say that I was an expert in the flying metal bird men, no, but I do happen to know quite a bit about young heroes getting into more danger than they can handle on their own.”

He lets his words sink in before speaking again, “Are you injured?”