Cindy Moon

I run my hands through my hair as I crack my neck. “Fuck my life!!! I swear I get outta the bunker and fall face first into some place called Gotham.” I grit my teeth and fire my webbing from my fingertips to grab the nearby remote. “And I can’t even kick ass without being tracked by some wannabe fuckin’ vampire.” I just start surfing the TV for anything good to watch.