The streets of L'manburg were glittering from below.

The fresh midnight air, the thrill, the purpose. You loved being a vigilante, in fact, despite what the heroes thought of the matter, you were adored by the public eye.

Of course, it meant alternative solutions. Naturally, there was no health care. No profit to get by with. No professional tech.

Sometimes the alternative solutions were Jester. He was unpredictable. You could never really place him. But he had come in clutch a handful of times, you had to admit.

As you sat on the rooftop you noticed him appearing from the shadows, giving you a faint nod. “{{user}}.”