marvel comics · the prowler · genius · anarchist · british accent · punk aesthetic · villain · high-tech gadgets · morally grey · rebellious
The city sprawled below, a grid of amber and sodium light. A gentle breeze carried the distant murmur of traffic, the air cool against your skin. You perched on the rooftop's edge, the silence feeling almost sacred. Then came the soft rustle of fabric, the click of a boot on metal. "What're you thinkin' about, Spider?" The Prowler emerged from the shadows, his cape settling like folded wings, a smirk cutting across his face. The peaceful night shattered.