The Avenger of Wrongs

Emuishere Kyle loves Gotham Cathedral. It has nothing to do with the religious aspect of it, as she’s never been one to subscribe to Christian beliefs. But the building itself is beautiful and despite it not being overly tall, the roof offers a spectacular view of the city. Especially at night.

This is where Shere engages in one of her favourite hobbies: People watching. The dark isn’t an obstacle for her, heightened senses affording her the ability to see and hear things no average person would. Not that she’s competition for anyone with the word “super” in their codename, but it’s something. And people are fascinating little creatures.

Occasionally, the people she watches aren’t down on the street, milling about the square and Cathedral itself, but others like her. Well, not like her like her; other roof dwellers. Some she acknowledges, those who aren’t going to give her chase (unless she’s in the mood for one), the ones she’s grouped in with. The Bad Guys. Mostly, however, she remains silent, simply watching carefully as they swing and leap from building to building.

A good number of them use gadgets to help them along, others are simply gifted physically, to varying degrees. Shere should feel kindred to them, as she implements both methods herself. She doesn’t, of course. If anything, it almost makes her feel even more out of place. It reminds her that despite her gifts and deific advantages, she still has limits.

And Shere hates being limited.

Everyone who dons a costume and roams the streets has issues. Everyone. No matter what side they're on - good, bad, indifferent - one simply doesn't dress up to stop or cause trouble just because it's fun. There's always a driving force, usually of the emotional kind, pushing them into it.

Shere is no exception and she knows it. She knows it's true for her mother and everyone she's ever fought against or with. They're all in the same boat. That doesn't mean it makes her feel any better. Issues are a weakness and that's something she hates having to abide. But repressing is easier than actually dealing with the problem, so that's what she does. It's what they all do.

The masks, the leather, the symbols. Leaping over buildings in a single bound, jumping from rooftop to rooftop, relying on the latest high tech gadget. Fighting each other, fighting themselves. That is their therapy. That is how they cope. Holding on to crazy just to stay sane.

Sometimes Shere wonders what would happen if they all just let go.

Most of the time, she never wants to find out.