[u][b]2 Days prior[/b][/u]

His stay in the hospital hadn't been a pleasant one. Not only was he now thousands of dollars in dept, but he'd been missing from the world for about a week. Bolin was sure he would go mad. He sat slumped in the wheelchair as the staff guy wheeled him out to the lobby. They had been amazed at how fast he'd healed. After all, a few nights ago, he'd been admitted to the ICU. Now all that remained was a small bandage on his neck and his right ribs. They had offered to let him stay a few more nights, but Bolin insisted on leaving before they charged him another ten grand. 

The man in blue scrubs pushed his chair out onto the sidewalk and looked around. "Are we waiting for someone to pick you up?" He asked. 

"No, this is good," Bolin said glumly. He wasn't usually so down, but given the events of last week, one could allow it. Bolin stood up from the chair and shoved his hands in his pockets as he shuffled down the street. His head hung as he kicked at pebbles in his path. It was about an hour long walk to his apartment complex, and all Bolin wanted to do when he got there was lay down.

He slunk in the door and slammed it behind him before flopping down on his old couch. He stared up at the ceiling for a while before he got up again. Might as well start packing his things; he wouldn't be able to afford [i]this[/i] dump anymore. As Bolin grabbed a box and started shoving things in it, an envelope on the floor caught his eye. It was right inside his mail slot, waiting innocently for him to get home.

Bolin groaned internally and made his way over to pick it up. What was it this time? He opened the letter and scanned over it, then crumpled it up in his hands. Not again.

[u][b]Present[/b][/u]

Bolin didn't know why he was here. He'd told himself several times that day that he wouldn't come. He didn't want anything to do with superheroes anymore; his dreams had thoroughly been crushed. He would just deal with the Clan like Shi had said, and leave the hero-ing to the experienced type. But come the night of the meeting, his feet had lead him here. 

Bolin looked around the bunker, clearly impressed. His eyes wandered over Batman, who sent chills down his spine, and Wildcat, who he wasn't really familiar with. Finally, he spotted the suits. His was fairly easy to pick out; the logo on the front was of a guardian lion, like Shishi. The colors were bright and quality was far better than his old, hand made getup. Bolin walked over to it and ran a hand over the fabric, still in a sort of daze. The funk he'd been in all week was slowly fading, but now he just felt kind of [i]numb[/i]. Like this was all a dream and it couldn't be real.

His attention was caught by a nasty comment made by one of his 'teammates' towards another. A catfight sounded like it could ensue. Bolin clenched his jaw, then opened his mouth to stick his nose where it didn't belong. 

"Hey," He said, his tone surprisingly serious for once, "We've all had a rough week. Could we maybe [i]try[/i] to make this less painful than it already is?"