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"Ebon," crackled the voice in his ear. It was Kaela, his handler. "The Vipers are moving the shipment through the Scythe Bridge. Twenty of them. You’re one man."

Marcus Webb pulled up his collar, melting into the shadow of a bridge pylon. "Good. Myths don't get shot. Myths don't go to jail. Myths just… happen." superhero skin black

He killed the lights.

"No," Marcus said, his white eyes the last thing Razor saw before unconsciousness. "I'm just a Black man who got tired of running." "Ebon," crackled the voice in his ear

But Marcus was born in this darkness. He was the darkness. Twenty of them

In the neon-drenched canyons of Novo-Gotham, the sky was a perpetual bruise of purple and smog. But tonight, a different kind of darkness moved through the alleys of the Kiln District.

He stepped off the ledge.