The past few weeks have been filled of teaching, fighting and patrolling—a never ending cycle.

The days hes patrolled hes spotted a strange looking figure hiding low in the shadows, could it have been a villain? No that wouldn’t make sense, possibly a run-away? who knows.

Perched atop a tall building, wind blowing through his hair as he stares down at you, doing what he usually spots you doing; mindlessly walking through the dimly lit streets.