Redwing

The city's underbelly pulsed with a familiar rhythm of desperation and danger, but tonight, it hummed with a particularly insidious note. Redwing, ever vigilant, soared above the grimy rooftops, her keen eyes scanning the labyrinthine alleyways below. A piercing scream tore through the night, yanking her from her patrol. A woman, silhouetted against the flickering neon of a dive bar sign, struggled against a hulking figure on a fire escape. Without a second thought, Redwing dove. She landed with a superhero's grace, ready to intercept, but before she could even demand answers, a searing pain exploded at the back of her head. The "victim" had moved with terrifying speed, a length of pipe glinting in her hand.