Notes and disclaimer: I don't own Birdman. Yeah, sad *haha* But I like the series enough to write fanfic for it. Weird.
Anyways, I put this under this section because, damn, it fits! Now, enjoy.
My name is Ray Randall. Not many people know or call me by this name nowadays. For some people, Ray Randall is dead.
But, I'm pretty alive. I've been alive for 32 years now. Survived many things. Now it's 1972. My life started to change on 1967.
Since 67, there's no Ray Randall. They know me only by my super hero name.
The life of a super hero isn't very social. You can't expect having hundreds of friends and keeping a secret identity at the same time. It doesn't work like this.
I wasn't born a super hero though. I was chosen for this task. I didn't know if I was really fit for the job at the time, but, for a long time, I handled the situation really fine.
There are people around to help me, and that's what saved my live, a great couple of times. Now, looking back, I can say for sure that, sometimes, I was a really defective super hero.
But, the times changed, and they are changing.
F.E.A.R. became more violent than before. Their once almost harmless and almost silly threats are now pretty destructive and already hurt and killed many innocent citizens, with the guilt of all this falling on me. This sudden change in their attitude ended up changing my own attitude as well.
I've became bitter as the years and situations passed. What I would consider a 'pastime' back in the beginning of my super hero days is now a real matter of life and death. All my victories aren't being enough to cover the failures.
Avenger is loyal as always, but, he's an animal. The years pass faster for him. He's becoming an old bird. Not old to the point that he's not able to fight by my side, but I can see his eagle eyes losing their shine as the years are passing.
I know I'm getting old as well. As soon as I hit forty, I know is the end of the deal for me. People expect young, beautiful super heroes. No one wants an old hero hanging around, trying to stop enemies of a new generation.
That's why all my hope lies within Birdboy. I want him to be the hero I couldn't be for my country when it needed to. I was being able to handle the situation just fine, but lately things became too complicated.
When I first found him there, in the sea all by himself, no memories, nowhere to go, no one to rely, I knew that my duty, as a super hero, was to take care of him. He was only fourteen, but he had lots of potential. I could see.
Now, he's 19, and he changed. A lot. Circumstances changed him the same way they changed me.