Protect the city.

That's all you wanted to do.

Saving people was your passion. Your purpose in life. The reason you believe everything happened to you was to put you here, right now.

You're sitting on a rooftop, watching, waiting, listening. Your senses on high alert, even if you hadn't been home in days. You hadn't gotten a bread or a good night's sleep but when do you ever do?

In quiet moments like these, when the adrenaline drains too quickly and the quiet weighs down your eyes, you remember- you're not invincible.

It doesn't matter. Because the city needs you.

"Come on. It's time to go home." The voice almost makes you jump if you didn't recognize it immediately.

Clark Kent; Superman.