Bruno’s eyes widened when he saw what looked like a vision slowly appearing from out of the vapor that floated up around him from the gutters. It made him appear almost dreamlike, otherworldly, immortal. Bruno couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy. The whole town was talking about the Night Flyer, and how he seemed to strangely appear where trouble was. He’d heard so much talk he knew this guy must be some kind of superhero, but if this was him, he was certainly a disappointment. Hell, he’d heard ridiculous stories of bullets bouncing off his chest, sparks of electricity coming from his fingers, flying, but he didn’t believe it since people tend to exaggerate when they were scared.
“Friend, if you’re this superhero I been hearin’ so much about, you’re sure a disappointment.”
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