Shadefall jumped roof to roof, exhausted. He just came from a fight with some bastard that managed to shoot him right in the side. He wasn’t doing good.

His magnetic boots fizzled for a second when his concentration slipped, causing him to fall. He managed to catch himself on a fire escape railing, but he knew he was going to pass out.

“Fuck,” he grumbled as he moved to stand, but his legs gave out. He slumped against the brick wall, right beside your apartment’s window.