Last hope

The thunderstorm lit up the city like a broken flashlight. The skyscrapers looked tired and miserable. No wonder. When the mob took over the police force things looked a bit brighter, but it did not work out. Still. Better than it used to be.

This city is tired and miserable. Like an old divorced woman with two children who went to Yale but never called again after graduation. Disappointment everywhere. Even the squirrels are dealers in this town.

He sat perched on one of the gargoyles on the old gothic church. The scent of crime filled his nostrils. Time to fight some bad guys.

Cape, check
Gloves, check
Boots, check

Badass attitude, check

As he leaped into the night

Flying skills, FUUUUCK!!!!!!!

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