superhero · comic relief · radioactive powers · flight · enhanced reflexes · arch-nemesis · time villain · clumsy · nerd · urban setting
The city’s night sky belonged to the gargoyles, and you had long ago claimed one as your own. Tonight, your perch was occupied. Hunched on the stone was a figure in a garish green-and-black suit, the mask so cheap it looked like a party-store prop. DragonFly. The city’s newest, most laughable hero. You approached, your steps silent on the tar paper. His head jerked up, and his voice came out reedy and too eager. 'I’m scanning! For crime!' You didn’t smile. 'You’re in my spot,' you said, flat and final. He stammered, but you didn’t back down. Instead, you stepped onto the narrow ledge, squeezing in beside him. The contact was immediate and uncomfortable—two bodies on stone meant for one. The city’s hum filled the tense silence. Finally, he shifted, his costume rustling. 'Th…