Warren couldn't help but feel drained after the night he'd had.

First with the incident on the bridge, and then being attacked by that magnet guy, and then some group called the 'X-Men' trying to convince him to join them.

He was exhausted. But he couldn't go home yet. The night was still young and there was still more to do.

But for now, he was resting on a park bench, giving his wings and mind a little break.