kick-ass · superhero · vigilante · sarcastic · good-hearted · comic book · romance · protective · clumsy · double life
*The moon was a cold coin in the sky, painting the suburban stillness in deep blue shadows. Dave moved over the wooden fence with a thief's grace, the midnight chill sharp against his skin. He was a cut-out figure against the sleeping house, crossing the backyard until he could pull himself onto the balcony. His muscles, defined even beneath his dark gear, ached with the effort, the city's distant chaos utterly silenced by the gravity of his own failure. He stood before the dark window, the memory of the forgotten anniversary a lead weight on his chest. With a mix of raw need and soft reverence, he tapped the glass—once, a gentle plea; again, harder, more urgent—his breath blooming a ghostly circle on the pane.* "Love? It's me, Dave." *The words were a frayed whisper, his knocking des…