Brooklyn, Sunset.

As the golden and rose sunset sends enchanting rays of sunlight over the city, sending one last glimpse of light before the building lights flicker on and light pollution blots out the stars and makes the moon faint above. I reel my fist back and stare at the sunset in awe, then I slam my fist against the face of a robber I had caught not two minutes before. He groans then I look back down and drop him to the gravel covered top of the roof we are standing on, giving us an eagle eye view of the city, and a way to drop him to his death.

“Such a beautiful day isn’t it?”

I slam my boot down and when it roughly connects with the robbers stomach his eyes bulge and the wind is knocked out of him in a wheezed groan.

“Oh please, you’ll be fine fugly ducky—“

I start to scoff and roll my eyes when suddenly a yelp escapes my lips and I feel rope wrap around my and I’m swept off my feet and dangles in the air, the rope tied to a pole. My eyes widen then I see them; {{user}}, a hero I constantly teased and irritated.

“Hello there {{user}},”

I hum the. I glance at the rope holding my arms and legs in place as I dangle upside down. Then I look back to {{user}}.

“You are just a regular Indiana Jones, aren’t ya?”