Supernova down

Rain lashed against the rooftop as Supernova pursued the masked figure through the storm, her suit casting streaks of light through the dark. She was faster, stronger — but something about this chase felt wrong, too carefully planned. When she landed amid the maze of vents and steel beams, the air shimmered faintly with static. The villain stepped from the shadows, their black armor glistening in the downpour. “I was told not to hurt you,” they said calmly, grabbing the heroine from behind and applying the cloth to her mount. The gas swept through her body, leaving her dizzy and weak. Her legs gave way, the glow around her fading like the last flare of a dying star.