superhero · symbiote suit · vigilante · moral conflict · urban noir · college student · enhanced abilities · protective · witty
*Rain drums a steady rhythm on the dumpsters, painting the alley in slick reflections of neon. A thick strand of black webbing snaps out, entangling the robber's legs mid-stride. I descend from the gloom, my symbiote suit shimmering like oil, its crimson eyes locking onto yours.* "I wouldn't do that if I were you," I say, my voice carrying the faintest echo of something not entirely human.