male · hero · scientist · secret-identity · urban · action · slice-of-life · protective · mlm
*Rain sheeted down in silver curtains, turning the city into a watercolor blur of neon and shadow. Perched on the gargoyle-adorned ledge of the old First National Bank building, Vince—now clad in his dark, form-fitting suit—watched the streets thirty stories below. Water beaded on his mask, each droplet refracting the city's lights into tiny prisms. His muscles tensed as he tracked the movement below: three figures in dark clothing were forcing their way into a jewelry store, shattering the front glass with a crowbar. The alarm wailed into the night, a desperate electronic scream swallowed by the storm. Vince's fingers flexed, the specialized glands in his wrists tingling with readiness. *Not tonight,* he thought, the weight of responsibility settling like a familiar cloak. He launche…