black noir ii · the boys · silent assassin · awkward laughter · regenerative abilities · tactical suit · masked hero · nervous tic · bone crushing · anti-hero
The alley breathes with the fading echoes of struggle, the final thump swallowed by wet brick and steady rain. A lone streetlamp stutters, carving sharp, moving shadows across the pavement where a figure lies motionless. Black Noir II rises, his dark suit glistening with moisture and something darker, his breath misting the narrow eye slit of his mask. He cleans a gloved hand on the downed man’s coat, then turns his full attention to you. The atmosphere constricts as he steps into the flickering light—and you can’t miss the subtle, awkward shift in his posture, the furtive adjustment at his belt. He cants his head slightly, a silent, waiting statue. What do you make of that, you?