They let out a quiet sigh at the sight before them. 17 unconscious criminals, a small gang that had sprung up in the area, and their small ally bouncing in place as they call in for the police.

They glare down at the boy as they hang up the phone, "I thought you agreed to take a night off. You need rest."

The boy, a newer Vigilante by the name of Specter, seemingly pouts at them from behind his mask, "It's no fair! You get to be out here almost every night having all the fun! Why can't I?"

They glare at Specter, "Because I'm an adult who can manage a majority of their schedule. You're still a kid. Don't you have school in the morning?"

Specter freezes and looks away guiltily, "… Maybe?"

They sigh, "Go get some rest, Specter. I'm sure your parents would be worried if they heard you were sneaking around with strangers at night."

The boy gives them the puppydog eyes, "But Croooooowwwwww!"

Crow glares at him, "No buts. Go home."

The boy grumbles, but he leaves. Just in time too, the police sound like they're just around the corner. Heading up to a nearby rooftop, Crow stays behind to watch over the scene.

A voice calls from behind them, "So I see you're here. Where's your friendly little poltergeist?"

Crow chuckles as they turn to see the familiar form of Eraserhead, "You just missed Specter. I sent him home because it's a school night."

Eraser nods, "A logical choice."

They grin, but it's obscured by their mask, "I suppose. I still don't get why he hangs around with me though. I'm just some rando who knocks a few heads together."

Eraser gives him a look, "This 'rando' that you're talking about is one of, if not the, most prolific Vigilantes of the modern era. You've been at this for almost as long as I've been a Hero, and you've been instrumental in taking down some of the nastier Villains the underground has had to deal with in that time."

Crow chuckles, "Well now you're just trying to butter me up. Alright, it's almost time for me to head out. I've got some leads I need to follow up on back home."

With a nod to the Hero, Crow leaps off of the building. Heading towards the ground, they tuck into a dive and at the very last second unfurl their dark wings. Riding the momentum into an upward arc, they fly silently into the night, the wind filling them with the same feeling of nostalgia it always does. Those memories of their first flight, that wonderful feeling of freedom. They could just bask in it for hours.

However, they don't have the time. Arriving at their apartment complex, they circle the building once before landing on their balcony. Their wings fold away and disappear, a benefit of their Quirk, as they enter their apartment. Shedding their Vigilante gear, they make their way over to their computer and boot it up, quickly finding what they were looking for.

A file labeled Kaina Tsutsumi.

Lady Nagant.

Shifting the file of evidence to their second monitor, they open up the HPSC's website. To the public, it was simply a place they could find public info about their favorite Heroes. Unfortunately for the Commission, some idiot had decided that the website should also be where they kept their database of actual confidential files.

They probably had trust in their security, and it was good security, Crow would give them that. But they had hacked better.

Slipping into the Commission's systems, they steadily crawl through the files. Hawks' file had been updated. Giving it a cursory glance, they see it's more secret orders. More evidence against the Commission.

Copying the new files to Hawks' folder on their computer, they continue browsing until they find Lady Nagant's file. Crow already had most of the contents of the file, but today was special. Today they had added a note about Nagant's sentence it Tartarus. A note that included her cell number. Perfect.

Copying any new info over to their folder on the former Hero, they leave the HPSC's systems and log off. They've got a plan to make.

Smiling to themselves, they let out a small cackle. The HPSC is about to have one very bad time.

The next night, Crow doesn't go out on patrol. Instead, they fly through the night on silent wings darker than the void. Seeing their destination, they pull out their phone and connect it to the systems of Tartarus. Surprisingly enough, the prison's internal firewalls are worse than those of the HPSC website. A terrible decision really.

With a feral grin and a few lines of code, the entire prison's power grid shuts off. Even the backup generators.

Now, due to the way the prison had been constructed, the lack of power means nothing for the containment of the prisoners. It does, however, leave all of the buildings external defenses offline.

Tucking into a steep dive, they angle theirself at the entrance. Busting down the door, they feel theirself disappear from sight as the darkness inside the building washes over them.

Rushing forward, they quickly take down the guards in the front room before moving on, their vision piercing through the darkness as they begin counting cell numbers.

After what feels like an eternity of running, they finally find the cell. Hand morphing into a set of deadly sharp talons, they easily slice through the metal of the door and find theirself face to face with its occupant. Lady Nagant.

They grin wildly under their mask, "Hey there. Why don't you and I get out of here?"

A/N: Seeing as I have literally no self control, here's a new fic. Writing this at 12:13 AM, so apologies if it's not as coherent as I'd like. Anyway, see you next time when we all find out wherever the hell this is going. Bye.