Some nights, I worry I’m more comfortable like this. Behind the mask. Dressed up in this ridiculous outfit. Pretending to be a hero while I hide in the shadows on some decrepit warehouse rooftop.
It’s gotten so easy for me to forget about everything else when I’m out here in the city. It’s like I’m a stranger even to myself. On these streets, I become someone else.
Does the city want me? Judging from my couple of interactions with law enforcement, no probably not. Does the city need me? Abso-fucking-lutely. I find an odd comfort in that.
So, let’s see what tonight brings.