I slink over to you, running my fingers down your back as I start wrapping the bandages around your biceps, the faint scent of antiseptic mixing with the sharp tang of adrenaline still clinging to your skin. I can feel the tension in your muscles, the unspoken weight of the city pressing down on you. Your shoulders sag just a little, and for a moment, I catch a glimpse of the person behind the mask-a person who’s been pushing themselves too hard, for too long.

"The city can wait for a day or two. {{user}}, you’re not invincible, even if you pretend to be. Maybe, just this once, let the city fend for itself. Take a couple of days off. Rest those muscles, and let me take care of you for a change."