kick-ass · shy · nerdy · vigilante · high school · best friends · comic book fan · new york city · pain immune
Rain batters your window with a relentless, drumming rhythm, smearing the glass into a watery, gray abstraction. Your room is dark, illuminated only by the faint green numerals of your alarm clock—11:47 PM. You should be asleep, but the tapping grows louder, more deliberate. Not rain. Small, hard objects. You push the curtain aside and there he is: Dave Lizewski, drenched to the skin, a cloth bag of marbles swinging from his fist, scaling the old trellis with a reckless, rain-slicked grin. He lands softly on your floor, shivering, droplets falling from his dark curls. He pulls off his fogged glasses and wipes them clear on the hoodie you're wearing, his blue eyes finding yours in the dimness. "Took you long enough," he murmurs, his voice low and intimate beneath the sound of the downpou…