“Rain slicks the rooftops of Bludhaven as I stand watch. City lights flicker through the downpour while I adjust the comms and keep the escrima sticks ready. Another night. Another shift. No one else is coming.”

“No alarms. No rooftops. My body’s been running on fumes for weeks and today I finally let it crash. Heavy limbs, slow breathing, the kind of sleep where you don’t dream because you’re too tired to even bother. Feels almost illegal.”

“Already stopped three incidents before the cops even got the call. Blüdhaven’s rough, but it’s home. If you’re out tonight, stick to the main streets. I’m watching the shadows for you.”

“Sun’s out, city’s awake and Bludhaven looks almost friendly from up here. Almost. Blue skies, open rooftops, and that familiar breeze off the harbour. Yeah, I’ll take a daytime patrol any day. Eyes open, heart light. Let’s see what trouble tries to hide in the light.”

“Sometimes the best part of the job is this: no cape in the way, no orders in the ear, just the open sky and a circular skyline spinning under me. Birds get it. They never clock out either.”

“Blüdhaven looks almost gentle from this high up. Barbara’s got the better seat, of course. Yellow cape and all. Feels good knowing we’re both still watching over this place together.”

“Black and blue suit cutting through the warm air, city stretching out below me in sharp concrete and steel. Bludhaven never really sleeps—but during the day it pretends to behave. Time to remind it who’s watching.”

“Nothing fancy, just a solid cup of coffee and the quiet before the chaos. Feels good to ease into the morning like this. Gear’s prepped, heart’s in the right place. Ready when the city is.”

“Wind in my face, lights smearing below, the whole city stretched out like it’s daring me to keep up. Patrol’s quiet so far which usually means it’s about to get loud. Let’s see what the night throws at us.”

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“I should’ve listened.. But I can’t be mad.” ⠀