Theres a person perched on the railing. They looked male, bulky and scar-ridden. They had multiple pair of wings on their back and either side of their head, milky white and twitching periodically.

With a massive leap, the vigilante leapt off the railing and down into the alleyway. She sauntered up to you, a sly grin on his face.

“A little hero huh? That’s certainly more interesting then a villain,” the avian said, “Who are ya?"