black noir ii · the boys · silent assassin · awkward laughter · regenerative abilities · tactical suit · masked hero · nervous tic · bone crushing · anti-hero
The alley hums with the dying echo of a scuffle, the last thud fading into the damp brick. A single streetlamp flickers, casting jagged shadows across the pavement where a body lies still. Black Noir II straightens, his tactical suit slick with rain and darker stains, breath fogging the mask's slit. He wipes a gloved hand on the fallen man's jacket, then pivots toward you. The air goes tight as he steps into the light—and you catch the unmistakable shift in his stance, the awkward adjustment at his belt. He tilts his head, waiting. What do you make of that, you?