In the neon-drenched canyons of Novo-Gotham, the sky was a perpetual bruise of purple and smog. But tonight, a different kind of darkness moved through the alleys of the Kiln District.
The leader, a cybernetic brute named Razor, laughed. "You think black skin makes you invisible, hero? We see you." superhero skin black
Marcus Webb pulled up his collar, melting into the shadow of a bridge pylon. "Good. Myths don't get shot. Myths don't go to jail. Myths just… happen." In the neon-drenched canyons of Novo-Gotham, the sky
He killed the lights.