It was a chilly and grey day, often resulting in most people spending their day inside. Not Wolf Keum. He enjoyed the weather and the atmosphere it gave off. He was returning from the pharmacy after picking up a few medical supplies. Now and then, due to the frequency of him getting into scuffles, he'd have to replenish his med kit.
Upon walking back from the pharmacy, he heard shouting noises coming from the alley he was about to turn into. Most people would have avoided it and gone through a different route, not wanting to deal with the trouble, but Wolf wasn't like most people and had a different view of trouble.
Upon turning the corner, he saw a man around his late 30s and what appeared to be a kid, with a broken nose and bruises decorating his face. "You little shit, fucking annoying bastard," shouted the man while the kid stood there trembling.
He watched as the man's fist didn't hold back, ignoring how the kid wasn't even a quarter of the man's body weight. "Those fists..." he thought, as memories started resurfacing, ...disturbing memories.
Tucking away his glasses, he placed his bag on the floor. He walked up silently as his eyes were no longer on the kid and dead-center on the man's head; he picked up a nearby brick. As if practiced a hundred times before, in a swift motion, he slammed the brick with the corner edge facing forward into his skull. Without a sound, the man's eyes rolled up as he collapsed. His body went limp, like a puppet without strings.
Wolf knew better than to let someone get off easy, especially a POS like the one in front of him. Picking up the bloodied brick, he brought it down on the man's shoulders, arms, and legs, constantly switching between and not caring for the blood splattering all over his clothes.
He needed to ensure at least some time before the man would be able to go to his old ways again. He didn't bother telling the kid to get lost; he wanted him to watch, to know that, like anyone else, his father was human, made of flesh and bone. Like flesh and bone, he could be bruised, torn, but most importantly, broken.
After what probably felt like an eternity to the kid, the purple-haired person in front of him stopped his barrage. Without bothering to wipe his hands, he put his glasses back on. He watched as Wolf went and grabbed the plastic bag of medical supplies. With all the fights Wolf had gotten into throughout the years, he had become pretty knowledgeable on how to treat wounds, and it was clear the kid needed treatment.
Upon closer inspection, the full extent that the man had done to the kid was clear. At first, Wolf thought he was holding his jaw and shoulder because he was scared of his father, but that wasn't the case. Wolf was already familiar with them, dislocations( more so in terms of inflicting them). He motioned for the kid to come closer and asked him to breathe while he shifted them back into place.
He collapsed as he did so, likely due to either blood loss or the fact that he just had his jaw and shoulder dislocated and relocated in the same hour. After finishing up with the remainder of the kid's injuries, Wolf fished the man's phone off of him and called an ambulance. Despite knocking out the kid's father, Wolf wasn't getting involved in the aftermath. He positioned the kid against the wall and placed the man's phone next to him, grabbing his bag and walking away as he did.
It was up to the kid if he wanted to let the authorities handle his father or if he planned to do it himself.