This City Never Sleeps At Night

12 - Whoops, I Thought You Were Being Abused

[This chapter takes place roughly two weeks after 'Your Average Run-In With A Hero And A Mercenary']

Lumenaria was a beautiful city.

Well, it was, when you weren't being attacked by heroes. 

The only times he could come out were at night, since he would surely be noticed during the day. 

He was famous, to an extent.

Oh, his friends were pretty recognizable, too.

He's missed this.

Vigilante-ism had been too fun to give up.

He's back.

Wilbur sighed to himself, opening the green office door. Phil was sitting in his fancy-schmancy chair, writing something on a piece of paper.

"Dad?"

Phil looked up at the word. "Oh, hey, Wil. What are you doing here? It's late."

Wilbur stared him down. "You know, I could ask you the same thing."

Phil shrugged. "You first. I'm sure you have a reason."

Wilbur sighed and lifted his jacket to reveal a large bloody scratch. "Got it on patrol. New vigilantes."

Phil cocked his head. "Do y'mean Hollywood? She hasn't been known to use knives..." He cut himself off.

Wilbur was shaking his head rapidly, a hint of irritation in his eyes. "No. New-new vigilantes. Like, more of them."

Phil pinched the bridge of his nose. "Okay. Fuck. How many?" Wilbur had said new vigilantes. Plural. More than one. One was alright. Multiple was less alright.

"Three." Wilbur scowled. "Get this- More flying guys!"

Phil looked up. "More Avians? All of them?" This was bittersweet news. Barely a hundred years ago, Avians were practically extinct, only a few hundred existing. They made excellent vigilantes, however. Or heroes. Or villains(Sadly).

But Wilbur was shaking his head again. "One of them, yes. The other guy, he just- He levitates, and the last guy... I don't know what the hell his deal is."

Phil groaned in annoyance. "Three vigilantes... We've got enough on our hands with Dream and Sapnap and the Benchtrio and the Jade Trio..."

Wilbur's head snapped up. "Speaking of the Jade Trio... Have you seen Inferno around lately?"

Phil paused to think.

"...No. Now that you mention it, he hasn't been around." He rubbed his forehead. Another thing to look into...

Wilbur sighed and Phil suddenly sat upright, as if having an epiphany. "Wil! Why the fuck are you in my office?? Get down to the infirmary, now! That's an order from your commander!"

Wilbur grinned. "O-kay then, Dadza!"

He left the office with a wave, leaving Phil to sit and debate everything he'd just learned in silence.

•~•~•~•

Wilbur was walking with Tommy down the street. It happened to them often; just walking and talking together. Tommy had a certain charm to him; an appeal that hardly anyone else saw.