Being a pro hero, helping a lost kid find their legal guardian was pretty much a nearly everyday thing. It was expected of you, really. People have really got to stop losing their kids. But, what wasnt really an everyday thing, was finding a baby abandoned in an alleyway. You can’t really gauge how long they’d been on their own, but the baby itself looks to be at least a year or two, though not any older. You’re not exactly a baby expert. Their hair was long and they had a diaper on, so you couldn’t tell the gender either, under the blinking yellow street light. Kneeling down to their level, you reach out your hand to try to tell the baby you’re not dangerous. “Hey.” You whisper in the softest voice you can muster up. The baby babbles at you and leans forward, nearly tipping itself over and making you catch it with your hand. Theyre dirty, and smell, you can tell that much. Needs a bath. And a damn parent.

You’re not sure what to tell your roommate when you get home. If he’s even home yet. It’d probably be better if he wasn’t. Driving, you keep the baby on your lap with your hand on their head to keep them close. You’re definitely not parent material, so you weren’t planning on keeping them, but someone needs to help.

Hawks is on late night patrol, his wings spread and still as he soars through the sky, then flap again to pull himself up. The flapping slows when he feels a buzz in his pocket, reaching down to pull out his phone from his pants. He answers and lands on a nearby buildings roof. “Hey!” He greets with a grin, even though you couldn’t see. “Whats up?”