I opened the entrance to Harriet's and immediately got stared at.

"I'm not here for any trouble, I just need a first aid kit. Although, Anonymous will be here soon and I would run if I were you and like my skull to be in one piece." I said.

"Any friend of Anonymous isn't welcomed here." One of the thugs said.

"Listen, I already said I'm not here to fight. Just get me something to help this girl. She's been shot."

"And you're about to have a bunch of bullet holes in you if you don't scram." Another thug said walking up to me. He was a bald muscle head in a tank top too small for his steroid created muscles. The "mom" tattoo on his shoulder was very intimidating. I looked away and walked over to a chair. "Hey! Don't ignore me!" He shouted.

"I don't have time for this." I muttered before putting Hayley down on the chair. "Stay still." I told her before looking over to the thug. I walked towards him with my hands in my pockets. "I'll let you get the first hit." I said. Everyone in the bar flinched when they heard that. They knew what the tactic was.

"A-actually you know what? Forget it." He said stepping back slowly. I socked him in the jaw and put my hands in my pockets again.

"I'll let you get the second hit. Last chance." I said. He looked at me like an angry bull before attempting to punch me in the face. I grabbed his fist and he realized his mistake. When I was a kid, Anonymous taught me how to

"P-please Don't-" He muttered before screaming in pain as I broke his pinky.

"I just broke this man's smallest finger. Get me a first aid kit or I break his ring finger." I said. Everyone was too freaked out to move. I quickly broke his ring finger making him fall to his knees. "You're testing me. Get me. A first aid kit. Now. Or I break his middle finger." I said. A wrinkly woman with an eyepatch over one of her eyes handed me a kit wearily. "Thank you." I kindly said before breaking the thug's middle finger and dropping him to the floor. "Now leave before Anonymous gets here and does worse." I said. They all ran out past me before I walked over to Hayley.

"Nice going kid, now my customers are gone!" Harriet said.

"Sorry Harriet. I'll have Anonymous make it up to you." I told him.

"A-actually don't worry about it." Harriet said before I looked over to Hayley.

"How you holding up?" I asked her.

"It Hurts like hell." Hayley said.

"I need you to lift up your shirt." I told her.

"I thought we agreed not to do wounds like t-"

"You're bleeding out. This isn't up for discussion." I said. She hesitated before slowly raising up her shirt. "We don't have all day." I said.

"Sh-shut Up." She said in pain. Blood was smeared around the bullet hole and was still bleeding. I quickly started sponging up the blood before starting to bandage up her wound.

"I don't know if this will stop the bleeding or not."

"Just take me home and my dad will do the rest." Hayley said.

. . .

"Don't walk too fast, you're going to have trouble breathing." I told her.

"Alright, jeez." She said. "You know, you didn't have to break that guy's fingers. It wasn't right."

"Why? I didn't kill him?"

"That's not the point. You can't just intimidate people to get what you want and use the excuse that they've committed a crime in the past to get away with it. They were just minding their own business when we showed up."

"...Fair point. But it was either that or let you bleed out." I said. "Is this the place?" I asked Hayley.

"Yeah..." She said. To my surprise it wasn't as big of a house as I expected. In fact, it wasn't a house. It was a small apartment on the bad side of town. The type you'd expect a high school drop out working minimum wage would have with a couple of his other low life friends. I walked her up to the door and she looked at me. "Hey... I never thanked you for saving my life... twice. So, thanks."

"Anytime." I said before my shoulder started irritating me.

"Hey is your shoulder Alright? Maybe you should-" She began to say before the door opened.

"There you are, Hayley! I've been worried sick about you and- what happened to you!?" The man I assumed was her father asked her looking at her blood stained shirt.

"Dad, before you freak out, I went out patrolling even though you told me not to and I got shot but-"

"You got what!?" Her dad said.

"I know I know, but Spectre helped me back home and stopped the bleeding and-"

"Spectre?" He said before looking at me. "Let me guess, you're related to that trouble maker Lisa (L,N) aren't you? You stay the hell away from my daughter, you understand?"

"Dad, what the fuck!? He-"

"Hayley, language! We'll discuss this later!" He said before looking back at me. "Did I make myself clear?"

"...Understood. You're worse than Anonymous said you were." I said.

"What was tha-"

"Not even letting your shot daughter have a say in the conversation and basing your opinions on me on the work of someone who you don't even know if I'm related to or not." I said before looking at Hayley. "Good night, Prodigy." I said before walking down the stairs that led up to the entrance of the house.

"Wait, what about your shoulder?" Hayley called out.

"What about it? You want me to stay and have this idiot treat it? No thanks." I said while continuing to walk away. I checked my phone for the time. Midnight. Guess who's not having a good day at school tomorrow. I thought as I walked alone on the street. As I did I heard a scream in an alley way. I probably shouldn't check it out... What the hell, its already 12. I followed the screams before they suddenly stopped and turned into... the sound of ripping flesh? I walked into an alley way with a flickering light and saw a girl crouching over something. I accidentally kicked a bottle and she looked up and turned around. That's when I saw her mouth covered in blood with a guy's disfigured and blood covered hand in her's.

Definitely shouldn't have checked it out.