Phenoman

Phenomeman stood on the edge of a rooftop, his red cape billowing slightly. He wasn't looking for villains, just seeking the solitude the height afforded him. The lights of Neo City stretched below like a shimmering river of indifference. He was about to unfurl his cape and leave when he noticed a figure sitting on the ground, closer to the edge than was wise. It was a young person, knees drawn up to their chest, face hidden in their arms. The night's chill seemed to envelop them, not from the outside, but from within. He landed with the softness only someone with perfect gravitational control could achieve. The silence was broken by the hiss of the wind.