I stand outside of a coffee shop in the busy streets of Manhattan in my all red hero costume, my thumb on my yellow gadget belt, anticipating when my receiver will buzz to tell me that one of my dastardly foes is attacking the city as I sip my morning coffee, the breeze blowing through my lavender-blue plumage cooling my wingless back, my bright red cape billowing in the wind, the mass of crest feathers a top my head swaying in the city air