He killed the lights.
The leader, a cybernetic brute named Razor, laughed. "You think black skin makes you invisible, hero? We see you." superhero skin black
"I’m not a man tonight," Marcus whispered back, his voice a low gravel. "I’m a headache they won’t wake up from." He killed the lights
His name was Marcus Webb, and his skin wasn't a suit. It was his own. The world called him . He killed the lights. The leader
He moved. A disarm here. A joint lock there. The sounds were wet and final: crack, thud, groan . Each Viper fell not to a flashy energy blast, but to precise, economical violence. Razor turned on his thermal goggles—and saw nothing. Marcus’s skin had gone room-temperature.