Asyr groaned softly as she pulled the longsleeve shirt over her head. Most of her injuries were sort of hidden from view. Her gauntlets, and the remaining tatters of her cape were the only parts that were difficult to hide under her civilian clothes. Several dark sticky patches of blood leaked through, her injuries were not healing as they should.
Injuries, they were strange to see. All her life, she had seen innocents, heroes, villains, broken, injured, bleeding. She'd never actually bled before. A flashback of a foiled bank robbery flashed through her memory...
A new hero had taken to stopping a bank robbery, and gotten in over their head. He'd been pinned down by several gunman and a chemically altered strongman. He could manipulate electricity, it was interesting to watch. Yet he didn't have her invulnerability, he could be hurt. he could push himself too hard and kill one of the robbers.
As soon as she appeared, the bank robbers changed their tactics. Instead focusing all their gunfire on her. Folding her arms across her chest as she waited for them to run out of ammunition. She smirked as the familiar clicking began, symbolizing the exhaustion of their ammunition. Of course the new hero came out of hiding to launch his counterattack, Asyr watched as he dispatched two thugs before a grenade was lobbed in his direction.
He did allright until that point, he fell backwards to try and evade the explosive device. Asyr was beside him in a flash, the grenade clenched in her hands. She held the device tightly until there was a small flash. Opening her hands, all that fell out was some dust, and a few debris. Shocked, the hero looked towards Asyr. "How the hell, are you allright?"
Asyr nodded nonchalantly. "Of course, are you?"
The hero was stunned for only a second before they returned to foiling the bank robbery. Of course once the dust was cleared, Lady Asyr was already gone. She knew the new hero needed to be recognized. He was the star of the day, she was simply there to make sure nothing bad happened.
Now, she understood why he was so shocked by her inability to be hurt. Pain made you human, considering her broken body, right now she felt quite human. Watching meekly from the sidelines as news of her impending demise began to shake forces loose on both sides.
The police force was mobilizing in preparation for what was going to be one heck of a battle, assuming the villains she'd thwarted were probably readying their own. Looking to the alley, she saw her last remaining pieces of costume laying discarded. She wondered if she approached the chief, could she offer any assistance?
They still needed to see something to believe in. Even if she was human, there had to be something she could do, right? Scooping up the parts of her costume, she stashed them into her backpack before stepping onto the streets.
As Asyr limped through the streets, she watched how the world began to react to her impending death. Some were selling tickets to the "fight of the century," her nose wrinkled at the thought of someone profiting off her final moments. She had to be above that, the idea that people are good, they're just frightened.
Of the world without Lady Asyr to protect them.