I threw on my uniform grabbing my b

I threw on my uniform grabbing my bag. I had to go out of the bedroom window and around the back alley where we parked the Mercedes in secret. I got in and turned the car on waiting for Kath since she had to pretend like she was walking the direction of school before she b-lined for the alley. Turning on some music I sat back trying to plan how I was going to go out and find some crime tonight.Nightwing has stirred, and taken to flight.I perked up turning up the volume, Black Sabbath was a little heavy for the morning but something about those lyrics stirred within me. The song spoke to me in a way only people who are having an internal crisis and come across one of those songs that accidentally describe it perfectly do. Granted I knew the song was about an owl… but I’d spent nine years masquerading around like a bird boy at night, I’d developed an affinity for birds, especially nocturnal ones. I was in a kind of manic mood anyway but it be like that sometimes.The day proceeded t