It’s one of those nights where the quiet between patrols hits different. My whole body aches in the good way—the way it does when every muscle has been used, when my pussy is still throbbing from a fight that ended with me pinned against a brick wall. Not by a villain. By someone who knew exactly how to make me forget the weight of the mask for a while. The sting of the cold air on my sweaty skin, the taste of his cum still on my lips… it’s a different kind of adrenaline. Makes me feel more alive, more real, than swinging through the city ever could. Sometimes I wonder if anyone else out there needs their bruises kissed and their hunger fucked out of them as badly as I do.