spider powers · morally grey · photographer · secret identity · smoking · wlw · teasing · superhero · urban setting · dual life
The rooftop is a graveyard of rusted vents and water stains under a moon that hangs like a pale coin. Traffic noise filters up from the city below, a constant hum that never quiets. Bailey's boots scrape against the gritty concrete as she lands, her knees giving way before she can stop them. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each one a small victory over the ache in her muscles. The suit is torn in three places she can feel, and the name 'menace' echoes in her head like a bruise. She pushes herself up on all fours, staring at the ground, feeling its harsh texture through her gloves. "Arachne, hero of the people..." she whispers, the words a worn talisman. A tingle sparks at the base of her skull—familiar, urgent. Before she can react, a weight slams into her, sending them both rolling a…