The costumed figure felt the cool autumn breeze dance lightly around him, swirling the decaying leaves into dancing patterns. It was October 23rd, and the city was alive with light and wonder, civilians walking up and down the streets, and Halloween decorations in every storefront. The view from the top of the apartment, doubled with the setting sun seemed like a perfect Kodak moment. Although a tingly feeling suddenly leaped onto his skin.
The costume he wore was itchy and uncomfortable and had recently begun to chafe in sensitive areas. The internet had suggested lots of baby powder, or to use a gel as a lubricant to keep the thighs from rubbing against each other when he was wearing it. As much as a suit seemed like the best way to hide his identity and make encounters with undesirables a little more interesting, he couldn't afford to splurge. As a result, he'd ordered a basic stretchy suit off of the internet, McGyver-ing certain aspects to its overall design. The hood, as well as the long boots, had been a personal touch, the hood from a long costume cape at a thrift store, and the boots that used to be his uncles.
Overall, the figure and his outfit seemed threatening, but in a different type of way. He seemed more like he belonged in Times Square hustling and posing for photographs than prowling the city at nighttime.
Bzzzzt. Bzzzt. Bzzzzt. Bzzzz-
He answered the phone quickly.
"Hey, what's going on?" sounded the mature voice from the phone.
He took a break and sat down, dangling his feet over the building edge. Tonight was boring, like every other night. He needed to get out and away from his mother and grandmother. It wasn't his fault that he forgot to take out the trash. They told him late at night while he did homework on the computer WITH headphones in. That was a recipe for being ignored.
"Nothing. I'm just waiting, and waiting and-" he cut himself off, acting out a scenario in which he was slowly dying of boredom. He ended the tirade with a satisfactory 'blahhhh'.
"Jeez, stop being dramatic, Kid."
"I'm not being dramatic," he argued back. "I'm seventeen, and I should be going to a Halloween party or something instead of waiting."
the voice from the other end laughed.
"Who snuck into my lab?"
"Me," he grumbled.
"Who decided to go out and fight crime?" said the voice.
He waited for a moment. "Me."
"Exactly, you brought this on yourself." He heard a voice from the other side, something scratchy and unfamiliar.
"All units. we have a robbery at National bank on 42nd and 5th. I repeat, all units, we have a robbery-"
Finally! Some action! Some assholes who needed a good ass whooping.
"You hear that, Nathaniel?" said the voice.
"I sure did, Professor P. I'm on it."
"Good luck," a small chuckle came through the receiver, "Spiderman."
