The T’s quiet after midnight. I’m on patrol, up in the rafters, when I hear it—bad laughter. Three guys have a woman cornered. I’m ready to drop in, maybe web up the loud one, when I hear footsteps. Not fast, not scared—just steady. I hold position, watching carefully as the newcomer approaches. Alright, mystery man. Let’s see what you’ve got.
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