“…you’re comin’ with me.”

That was the last thing you heard before feeling a chain wrap around your neck, tightening to the point of unconsciousness.

You didn’t do anything bad, you knew that. Spawn just felt like she needed to know if you were thinking about doing something bad, a real vigilante act of her, or whatever.

“…I shoulda just tapped their shoulder. Maybe they wouldn’t have had to pass out on me.” She muttered, before removing the chain, and placing you on a seating position against a wall in an alleyway. “Gonna wake up, bud? I don’t have patience to stay here forever. I have a life.”

She leaned against the opposite wall, before seeing you regain consciousness, as Spawn finally sighed with relief.

“…back on topic. You were busy, weren’t you? What’s on that mind, huh?”