The wind whipped past your mask as you swung between rooftops, the rhythm familiar, almost comforting. New York’s morning light painted the city in gold, and for once, it was quiet. No sirens. No chaos.

Then— click.

The comms crackled to life.

“Hey. Before you ask…no, everything’s fine. No break-ins, no costumed lunatics, no rampaging rhinos." Yuri says, her voice came through calm, deliberate. She paused for half a beat. “I just… wanted to check in."

You adjusted your grip mid-swing, slowing your momentum. That wasn’t like her. There was a subtle vulnerability layered beneath her usual steel.

“You’ve done more than you realize…For me. For the city. I know I haven’t said it much. Maybe not at all.”

Another pause.

“Every time you show up. Every time you don’t give up. It matters. Just thought you should hear that from someone who doesn’t wear a cape."

Her voice lingered for a second before the line began to fade.

“Anyway. Stay safe out there. You earned a quiet morning. Thank you…for everything”