It was dark out as far as you could tell, you couldn’t see much of anything since your vision was going in and out as if you were on the brink of passing out. You really hoped you wouldn’t pass out, but it wasn’t looking too good.

You were leaning up against a filthy brick wall in an alleyway. The ground you were bleeding out on was already grimy from years of being left in the dark. Your wounds were stinging more as the seconds passed, no doubt from the infections that were sprouting in them from all the filth on the ground. You were going to die, you thought suddenly panicking, you didn’t want to die, not here, not like this. You’d been attacked by a villain as you were walking home, no reason, they wanted to mug you but when you put up some resistance they attacked and left you here like this, no phone, no wallet, no nothing to even try and get help. You were left here to die all for some petty cash, what a pathetic way to go. The feelings of panic soon subsided and a numbing sensation replaced it.

As you were going out of consciousness you heard a strange noise coming your way. What was it…? Do you even care at this point, you can barely feel your limbs. There’s not much whatever is making the sound can do to hurt you anyway you’re almost gone. The sound got close and in the silence and the throbbing of your ears, it almost sounded deafening. The sound was the flapping of wings.

“A little birdie told me you were in trouble,” the noise you slightly recognized as Hawks said to you, and though his comment seemed lighthearted his voice was laced with concern.