His golden boots scoffed the stone of the rooftop as he marched to the edge of the roof.
His pristine golden cape flapping wildly but obediently in the wind behind him. The wild wind that could blow a lady's skirt up but wouldn't dare mess with his hair.
The air coiled around him slightly, majestically lifting the cape into the air.
The same skintight spandex white and gold suit that bestowed fear into more than just villains. He placed his hands at his core.
Eyes straight at the skyline as he watched the nation— his nation. The nation he'd defended, protected, killed for and revered him.
"It's Nightwalker!!" An ecstatic fan screamed as she spotted him on the roof. She broke out into a full shriek, making people stop and gather.
~Chk-chk. Chk-chk.~
A flurry of flashes from the bypassers' phones erupted like a melody in his ears.
'They love me.'
The thought alone sent blood rushing down south, but too subtle for anyone to notice.
