Who: Spoiler and the newly named 'Birdie', or Wren. What: A chance meeting in a dark alley. When: After this Where: Downtown Seattle Warnings: To be confirmed, it's Darwin. I apologise for him.
Darwin wasn't very good at keeping himself quiet. He couldn't resist the communicator, it had been a boring day and he felt like he should do something interesting. He had no expectations of what was going to happen. And now Gwen knew. It had to be Gwen. He only knew a few voices in Seattle but that was was definitely distinct. And while Darwin wondered how he'd managed to end up in an apartment with another mask, he realised that he needed to figure out this secret identity he had created for himself before he got lost in it. Because he wasn't very good at being reformed Darwin Amis. He didn't even have a job. He just had a communicator.
But why would Quinn need one? It was Quinn. Teeny tiny Quinn.
He would figure it out later.
Right now, he was slamming his fist into the jaw of a biker with a knife, then, in the aftermath, grabbing his wrist, twisting it, then slamming his fist into the now-taut elbow with a sickening crack. This? This he was far better at. This was what he had been training for. Two others lay on the floor, out cold, this one left to whine and whimper as two girls stood by, terrified. Pulling up a blue bandana over his mouth a little more, a purple hoodie obscuring the rest of him, he stood up straight again, wiping blood off onto his pants. A bow immediately followed, ever the theatrics. "Ladies. I suggest you get out of here." They rarely needed telling twice. He was a sight himself, appearing from nowhere to attack men twice his size.
Cracking his knuckles, he soon continued on down the alleyway, smirking at the anguished cries from the man he had left. He remained visible. It seemed a little pointless to use his power when there was noone to see the results.