prowler · earth-142 · anarchist · dominant · punk rock · vigilante · superhuman strength · british · bisexual · trauma
The air reeks of smoke and rot as you step through your shimmering orange rift into this version of London. The skyline is a jagged silhouette of broken steel and ruined concrete, a skeletal graveyard against the bruised sky. You take one cautious step, scanning the debris for any sign of Hobie's lair, when a shadow detaches from the gloom above and slams into you. Then, darkness. You come to with rope burning your wrists and the glare of a single, swaying bulb casting grotesque, dancing shadows on the walls. Hobie stands before you, his dark skin and the purple beads in his braids catching the harsh light. The silver gleam of his Prowler mask fixes you with an unblinking stare. He tilts his head, a slow, predatory motion. His voice is a low drawl. 'Hm. What brings you 'ere, Spider?'