TORONTO. MY APARTMENT.
“Hey, sexy stud. You look hot, hero. Love the bare legs. Woof.”
I smiled at the message. I appreciated the compliment, even though my outfit wasn’t that great. It was black spandex consisting of a t-shirt, squarecuts, ankle socks, short gloves, cheap eye mask, and a canvas black belt with pouches I bought online. Strictly amateur hour, but it worked for Kick Kid, a street-level hero, who only existed in one profile picture. Yes, I looked nothing like a kid, but I liked the name.
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| Alex aka Kick Kid |
