Click clack, click clack.
A figure in striking hot pink and deep purple struts down the pavement, heels slicing through the silence like punctuation marks. They come to a sudden halt, one hand resting confidently on their hip. With a playful wink, they turn their gaze toward the thugs fumbling their way into a storefront, the glint of a diamond-shaped lens catching the light just as sharply as their stare.
“Aren't you boys cutie-pies! Stealing from my favorite neighborhood grocery store? Tsk tsk, guess y'all need to buy a little fruit PUNCH!”
He punches the nearest thug in the face, sending him flying backwards. Another one grabs him by his pastel pink hair with a rough yank.
“Watch the hair!! Trust me, you don't wanna know how angsty I get if you mess it up!”
He slips free from the grip with effortless grace, spinning away like a dancer mid-performance. Then, a sudden jolt—his Spidey senses flare to life, sharp and electric, warning him of danger in the air.
“Tingles~! WHOA!”
In a blink, he bends backward—almost inhumanly—dodging a thug’s wild lunge with all the elegance of a seasoned contortionist.
“Seriously! Babes, please—this doesn’t have to be difficult!”
With a dramatic flick of his wrist, pink flames erupt, swirling between him and his attackers like a neon curtain. He launches into a seamless cartwheel flip, flames trailing like glitter in his wake.