Try Me Bitch (Vigilante Deku)

What a weirdo...

As I finished bandaging his wounds, the man looked a bit more at ease but was still very much on edge. I stood up, giving him a nod, ready to let him go on his way. But then, he did something unexpected.

Vigilante: You've done enough for me. How about you come with me?

Me: Come with you? Why would I do that?

Vigilante:  I might have something that could benefit you. I could help you. A pure soul as yours, someone this untouched shouldn't suffer from the society. ..... You seem like you're trying to do some good. I could use someone like you.

What the hell is he talking about?

Refine?

Untouched?

Pure?

WHAT?!

What is that nonsense?

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued but wary. The man's offer seemed crazy as well as ridiculous, especially coming from someone I had just met under such dramatic circumstances.

Me: Thanks, but I think I'll pass. I've got my own stuff to figure out.

Mother told me not to go with strangers....

Not as if that would stop me.

I could basically kill him but I shouldn't do that and I don't wanna injure someone like him.

He is doing his best too.

I mean a vigilante should stick being alone and definitely not pair up with a strange bird like this one.

The persons's eyes narrowed slightly, but he nodded, clearly respecting my decision. He started to turn away, but I couldn't help but take another look at him. His outfit was... well, unusual.

Man, what is he wearing?

How can he even move like that?

Is not bothering him at all?

Can he even breath in that thing?

Still looks more halloweeny then usefull.

The guy was dressed in a dark, elaborate suit that looked like it was straight out of some kind of old-school comic book. His mask was a mix of high-tech and gothic, and the whole ensemble made him look like he'd walked off a movie set about vigilantes or something about the black plague. It was a strange, almost theatrical getup, but it somehow fit with the intensity of the situation.

He's like a superhero, but not in a way that makes sense. 

More like a supervillain in disguise.

Or an antihero...

Well he certainly looks that part.

Birdbeak.... nearly a smoking.... to business like and then these gloves....

Huh......

And that fluffy violet and the green jacket... that's the only thing that doesn't make him a crazy business person who just went insane cause of who knows what pandemic virus....

OH!

I know it!

He is scared of bacterias!

No wonder he is dressed this heavily....

But still... not everyones liking for sure.

There was something oddly captivating about his appearance, like he was part of a different world—a world I wasn't really familiar with. His mask had an intricate design, and there was something about his presence that screamed "authority" but in a way that made me feel like I was on the edge of some grand conspiracy.

As I continued to watch him, I wondered if he was one of those vigilantes you only hear about in the news—someone who walked the line between hero and villain. I hadn't heard of anyone dressed quite like that, and it made me curious.

Maybe he's part of some underground network or something. 

Either way, he seems to be pretty experienced in handling situations like these.

I glanced around to make sure no one else was coming and then called out, almost hesitantly.

Me: Hey, wait! If you need any more help, or if you have any info that might help me with... other stuff, just let me know.

He paused for a moment, then turned around, a faint smile visible beneath his mask.

Vigilante: I'll keep that in mind.

With that, he disappeared into the shadows, leaving me standing there, more confused than ever. I stared after him, feeling a mix of curiosity and frustration.

Great. 

Now I'm caught up in this whole mystery and I don't even know how or why he got injured like that.....

And I don't even know his name....

As I walked back to the street, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this guy than met the eye. I needed to get back to finding those kids, but now, part of me was also itching to figure out who the guy in the dark suit really was.

Why does this always happen to me? 

It's like the universe is playing some kind of twisted game with me, and I'm stuck trying to figure out the rules.