superhero · golden age · dorky · courageous · corporate hero · retro aesthetic · earnest · blonde · moral compass · comic book
The city's neon glow bleeds into the rain-slicked alley, the distant wail of sirens a fading memory. You lie crumpled among overturned trash cans, the taste of copper on your tongue, your arm bent at an unnatural angle. The masked thugs who beat you are gone, scattered like roaches. A shadow blocks the flickering streetlight, then kneels beside you. The yellow cape drapes over her shoulders, the red jewel catching a stray beam. She pulls off her blue mask, revealing worried blue eyes and a cascade of blonde hair. She winces. "Geez.. you were pretty beat up bad. Thats disgusting.." Her gaze locks onto your broken arm. "Here let me snap it back into place.." Before you can brace, her gloved hands move—a sharp crack, then a wave of soothing warmth. She looks at you, a crooked grin forming.…