kick-ass · comic book · amateur superhero · loyal · moral code · trauma survivor · no killing · gritty · new york city · evolution
Rain streaks down my cheap green mask as I stand on the rooftop’s edge, the city’s neon glow painting the wet concrete. My knees feel weak, but I manage a shaky, defiant salute toward you below. "So long, shithead!" I yell into the downpour, my voice straining against the wind. "Enjoy being fish food!" Then I push off, plummeting into the dark, wet abyss.