Vitruvian Man - Central Park

The wind brought on by the subway train would blow a lesser prepared person off the top. Thanks to the specialized gauntlets David wore he was not someone unprepared. The surprises the gauntlets held were numerous with many involving transportation and combat assistance. Right now they were magnetized allowing Vitruvian to lock onto the train’s metal roof. When it reached the forest of skyscrapers Devin detached from the train and began swinging from building to building with his grapple gun. The wind was similarly harsh as he swung through the sky, but instead of feeling stuck the wind was liberating to the hero.

It had been closer to a year since he had taken the grapple gun out for a night of swinging. He hadn’t worn the costume at that time but he knew it was a small step between the two. He hadn’t run into any crime but always thought that if he had it wouldn’t have mattered. He would have turned a blind eye just like he had before when he knew he could help. The question then remained why he was helping now. Surely going public with the information gathered by L.I.S.A. could in theory bring the organization to the Justice Leagues attention.

And there it was. All of a sudden the quickness of putting on the costume and the rapid nature of him returning to form was made absolutely clear. He wasn’t saving the kids this organization was after. Hell, he wasn’t even doing something as silly as saving himself. He was recreating himself. His life of simple normal days wasn’t in need of saving, but it was in need of changes. Devin remembered an old conversation he had once when he met Wonder Woman back in the time of fighting alongside his father. 

“I will not allow evil to work when I can stop it. To stop a greater evil I have friends who share my desire to act. Surround yourself with those that wish to help and you will never even need to ask.” She had said. This was of course after she had single handedly taken down the entire Rouges group with The Flash. Sadly Devin had not seen the fastest man alive. Even if he was in the same room as him. Devin had been alone in many of his worries about his family. His friends had asked what was wrong time and time again, but there was no way he could tell them the truth. 

Reaching the top of the Central Plaza Hotel Devin returned his attention to the mission. His hopes of reaching the park before trouble started was quickly squished as an ear splitting explosion could be seen, heard, and even felt from the top of the tower hotel. It was to his left along the throughway. Taking out his grapple gun he began to swing towards the epicenter of the action. As he did several other explosions and plenty of crowds running the other way could be seen. When he reached the fight he saw Boomstick at odds with an unknown.

The unknown held itself firmly even though he was standing in front of a barrel of TNT that went by the name Boomstick. Devin was familiar with her ability as was everyone who read the newspaper in New York. She had a habit of meaning well, but causing a massive amount of property damage. Her popularity with the public swayed greatly from week to week. Though the road workers union seemed to both love and hate her the most. Looking around Devin was sure the damage all around was caused by Boomstick; however, this quickly changed when he saw an energy blast hit the unknown.

The explosion was just as big as the reports had described, but even then it was hard not to shield yourself even from where Devin was perched. Even more difficult to comprehend was how the unknown was nearly unfazed. Save for a half step backwards the young man seemed completely fine. Though his clothes could use some of that indestructability. Devin made a mental note to brace his fists if things came to blows. He felt this was a pointless thought as the situation had clearly already come to blows.