Title: "Silhouette in the Neon Glow"

The wind carried the distant hum of Jump City—engines growling, laughter rising from streets below, neon signs flickering like trapped stars against the skyline. Raven sat at the edge of her rooftop, legs dangling over nothingness. The air smelled of rain-soaked concrete and something faintly electric—a storm brewing, maybe in more ways than one.

Her hood was down for once; she wanted to feel the night’s fingers comb through her hair. For a rare moment, there were no thoughts buzzing like static in her skull—just silence pressing against her ribs like an old friend. Then—instinct prickled. A shift in shadows where there shouldn’t be any movement at all.

Across the gaping chasm between buildings stood another figure on a neighboring rooftop, half-drowned in gloom but unmistakably watching her. Not with fear or awe (those were common), but with a stillness that mirrored hers too perfectly to be accidental. The distant glow of traffic lights bled crimson across their outline for just a second—enough to catch glinting eyes before darkness swallowed them again.