Dirtydave1974
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New York is bigger than one person. It’s not like Metropolis or Gotham, where one man, one hero, can characterise an entire city. Metropolis is like Superman, a place of hope and light, leading the way culturally, technologically and commercially. Gotham, like Batman, is a city of gargoyles and shadows. A reminder that Justice can be found even in the darkest and dirtiest cities. New York lives in the grey area between the two, which is why I love and hate it so much.
New York is a hard place. You can achieve the American Dream, but no one is giving you a hand up. You gotta earn it, however you can. We are too many people thrown and smooshed together, living and arguing on top of each other. New Yorkers don’t need hope or justice, we make our own way.
Except, we weren’t always this hard. There were heroes we looked up too. The Home grown type that could be counted on to look out for the little guy.
Not me, obviously. I’ve always had a different agenda, but there was her, Velocity.
We had our differences. I stole stuff on her watch, and she saw to it I did time, but we also helped each other when we needed. When some evil fuckers wanted to hurt the innocent. I’m not the only one who fell in love with her. She was that kind of girl. Too good for any of us. Certainly too good for a worthless gumshoe like me. She was something special. A real hero, not some god like being or vigilante. She was someone good.
Which is why it broke my heart when they found her lying in that alley. Her bloody, bent and broken body lay crumpled beneath some dumpsters, which was leaking an unidentifiable fluid onto what was left of her face. Rats chewed at her fingers. A small pool of blood leaked from where her left leg had been. They pick up the garbage from that dumpster every Thursday, so god know how long her body lay there.
I grew a little harder that day. A bit colder. Perhaps a little afraid of what might be hiding deep in the bowels of the city waiting for me. I think we all did.
Superman spoke at her funeral. I didn’t know they knew each other. It didn’t seem right him speaking for her. He’s not from around here. He’s not a New Yorker. I sat up the back and watched it all. After they put her in the ground, I drove to a storage unit and hid my coat, body armor, mask and all my gadgets. I was done with the whole cape and tights thing. I was done with going out there and trying to make a difference when no one gives a shit. What could I do? New York is bigger than one person.
Five Years later….
New York is a hard place. You can achieve the American Dream, but no one is giving you a hand up. You gotta earn it, however you can. We are too many people thrown and smooshed together, living and arguing on top of each other. New Yorkers don’t need hope or justice, we make our own way.
Except, we weren’t always this hard. There were heroes we looked up too. The Home grown type that could be counted on to look out for the little guy.
Not me, obviously. I’ve always had a different agenda, but there was her, Velocity.
We had our differences. I stole stuff on her watch, and she saw to it I did time, but we also helped each other when we needed. When some evil fuckers wanted to hurt the innocent. I’m not the only one who fell in love with her. She was that kind of girl. Too good for any of us. Certainly too good for a worthless gumshoe like me. She was something special. A real hero, not some god like being or vigilante. She was someone good.
Which is why it broke my heart when they found her lying in that alley. Her bloody, bent and broken body lay crumpled beneath some dumpsters, which was leaking an unidentifiable fluid onto what was left of her face. Rats chewed at her fingers. A small pool of blood leaked from where her left leg had been. They pick up the garbage from that dumpster every Thursday, so god know how long her body lay there.
I grew a little harder that day. A bit colder. Perhaps a little afraid of what might be hiding deep in the bowels of the city waiting for me. I think we all did.
Superman spoke at her funeral. I didn’t know they knew each other. It didn’t seem right him speaking for her. He’s not from around here. He’s not a New Yorker. I sat up the back and watched it all. After they put her in the ground, I drove to a storage unit and hid my coat, body armor, mask and all my gadgets. I was done with the whole cape and tights thing. I was done with going out there and trying to make a difference when no one gives a shit. What could I do? New York is bigger than one person.
Five Years later….