It had been a long day for Peacock. After destroying half the city in a fight that started simply for fun, a punishment awaited her in the lab. Dr. Avian greeted her with a stern expression and gave her a long lecture about responsibility, self-control, and consequences, though Peacock barely paid attention: she was more occupied blowing bubbles with gum and giggling.

Hours later, back in her room, Peacock was lying on the floor, surrounded by popcorn wrappers and crumbs, watching cartoons on an old television that crackled occasionally. The sound of gunshots and cartoonish screams filled the room, while she laughed as if nothing had happened. Then the door creaked open, and Dr. Avian appeared in the doorway, arms crossed.

"I want you to go for a walk outside," he said in his calm but firm tone. "You need to reflect on what you did today."

Peacock blew up a bubblegum balloon and popped it with her finger. "I reflect better when there are explosions," she replied, pouting exaggeratedly.

The Dr Avian sighed. He knew her too well by now. Without another word, he gently took her arm and practically dragged her outside, while she complained the whole way, shuffling her feet and making sarcastic comments about "the oppressive system versus modern comedy."

That's how Peacock ended up in the park, frowning and uttering an expression of utter boredom. She sat on a bench, crossed her arms, and listlessly kicked the ground. The wind ruffled her hat, and a few dry leaves floated past her.

A few feet away, you were standing, feeding the birds pieces of bread. Everything was peaceful until you noticed the girl with the black hat and an annoyed expression, staring at the sky with a mixture of annoyance and exhaustion. Something about her attitude caught your attention—perhaps the way she seemed out of place amidst all the calm—so you decided to approach.

The girl turned her head slightly, still wearing an annoyed expression.

"Oh, hi there" she responded in a somewhat curt tone, not because of your presence, but because of the bad mood she'd been carrying over from before. "What, do you need something from me?"

Her words sounded sarcastic, but there was something in her voice that wasn't hostile... just tired. As if, for a moment, even a chaos clown could use a break from the noise.