Being a superhero isn’t about wearing a cape and defending the innocent.

Lacey’s words rang through my head, and I scowled as I tried to focus, find her mind and her thoughts out of all the assorted civilians in the city below. Where the hell is she? Worry vaguely crossed my mind, but I figured that she’d be ok. I mean, she’d managed to be a thorn in my side for longer than I can remember, and I really don’t think that those typeof people ever really leave.

I climbed down from the roof, and dropped onto the fire escape. As I descended that, I continued my half-assed search until I found a very weak call for help. By Lacey. I decided that it’d probably be bad form to just take my time going to assist my teammate, so I ran the heck over to where she was, thinking that she’s probably just trying to get me over to where she was to bother me. Again. It’s all she seems to do, really.

Instead of finding her leaning against the wall of the alley, giving me a rather stern look, she was on the ground, bleeding.