That was…awkward.

You know, you think you’d get a normal night after getting beat by some guys, saved by the famous hero, Blonde Blazer, grab a drink or two, share a story or two more—she literally helped fix his arm. He couldn’t be more appreciative in having no medical pills to pay…money was rough. But can you blame a guy? After all the shit he’s been through? He spent his entire inheritance—millions—towards keeping the Mech suit functional yet…

Here he was.

And to think he was forming something something with Blonde Blazer, too? Why did he — stupid.

Of course. Nothing goes right. Misread it all.

Robert sighed, staring straight at the bright Hollywood sign. Still…stuck on top of the billboard that had Phenomaman on it, left behind by Blonde Blazer. Shoulders slumped forwards, elbows rested on his knees, head hung low as he rolled over her offer in his head.

An offer to get his life back on track…as a dispatcher. Maybe not so bad, the guy knows tech and saw the preview of what it’s like working on such a thing. Maybe he’ll—no. He will be there at the SDN office.

With a heavy sigh, he straightened his back, popping his spine in the mean time from slouching, he looked around.

“Uh, is there…a ladder or something?”

He said to himself, standing up and balancing himself on the ledge of the billboard. Last thing he wanted was to really end up hospitalized. Picking his mask up and dusting it off, he walked to the edge and descended down.

Successful climbing down the billboard, his boots hit the ground with a soft thump. Adjusting his brown, bomber jacket, he shoved his mask in his pocket and began to head home to his apartment.

The streets were quiet. Maybe a few night strollers and night goers around, but pretty quiet.

Walking up the complex, he made his way towards his apartment number. As he inserted his key began to turn it, he heard a noise nearby. Brows furrowed, he stood silently for a moment; was it a neighbor? A burglar? Or was it…someone out to get him?

Hearing footsteps and the noise again, his head turned to the direction where it came from:

“If you’re some burglar, you’re being terribly noisy. I mean, I got nothing valuable anyways unless you want to share what you got.”