New York City. 12:04 AM.

One cold night I heard a ruckus on a roof top, the metal stairs on the side of the building rattling as more people ran up it, the sound of hits landing on bodies and hisses of pain. I quickly aim my grappling hook up and pull the trigger, it wraps around the stair well and as it retracts I flip up onto the roof with the momentum. I can hear the sound of gravel crunching and I run over. I punch some of the men, but I can hear something else, fighting from someone else. After all of the men are knocked out I pivot and my first reels back to hit the other figure but they dodge it masterfully and catch me.

“Hey—“

I grunt when they catch me and spin me around, the air pressure shifting. A hand on my chest like they are trying to calm my racing heart.

“Who are you?”

I lift my hand and put it on theirs, the texture of a super suit catches my attention. Their calm breath and demeanor making it click in my head that they were a vigilante as well.

“You… You are a vigilante as well aren’t you?”

I say in a lower tone, moving slightly closer, my hands traveling up their arm to their shoulder. The pressure in the air feels choking, like I could feel their powers in the air around them. They were like me… or similar, something was off, and I don’t think it was they couldn’t see. My fingers raise up and I touch their ears, I immediately could feel what out of their senses they were missing; they were deaf.