Post by BijuuGuy on Oct 17, 2024 20:31:06 GMT
"Spider-Cop. Even under the shadows of the night, no criminal was safe from the grizzled detective's unmatched sense for justice."
Narrating himself wasn't a new shtick of the (in)famous web-head. Spider-Cop had long existed in Peter's subconscious, often yearning to emerge during patrol. His voice took on a faux roughness, like he really was in an 80s cop show. These days, he didn't really have anyone on the other side of comms anyway, unless MJ helped out every once in a while. The man had to humor himself somehow. Particularly since this nighttime patrol had been strangely uneventful. It was as if everyone took a night off except for him. Well, almost everyone.
Thwipping through the cityscape, the police radio whirred to life, reporting a grand theft auto. As if summoned through sheer will, Peter's night got marginally more interesting. Swinging in the direction of the report, he put on his game face while not changing the whimsy that was Spider-Cop.
"Others worked by the book. Not Spider-Cop. He'd been around the block too many times. He'd seen too much. Spider-Cop did what he had to, to get the job done right."
Peter took a brief moment to look around, to see if anyone heard him. He wasn't actually expecting anyone to be within earshot, but it made him theatrically sad for just a brief moment that nobody was there to appreciate his thespianism.
Ultimately, the GTA wasn't much to sing home about. A few petty criminals stopped with a handful of webs and a "stern" talking to before handing them over to the actual authorities. Still, Peter was never the one to look down on any opportunity to help his city. He'd chosen that life for a reason. It was why so many looked up to him. Spider-Man was a hero of the people.
"All in a night's work for Spider-Cop. Bringing down the law on evil-doers. He was too old for this, but was there anyone better for this job? Spider-Cop didn't think so."
Peter chuckled a bit under his mask, continuing to swing through the lit streets of Manhattan, doing what he did best. And what he did was actually pretty nice!
Narrating himself wasn't a new shtick of the (in)famous web-head. Spider-Cop had long existed in Peter's subconscious, often yearning to emerge during patrol. His voice took on a faux roughness, like he really was in an 80s cop show. These days, he didn't really have anyone on the other side of comms anyway, unless MJ helped out every once in a while. The man had to humor himself somehow. Particularly since this nighttime patrol had been strangely uneventful. It was as if everyone took a night off except for him. Well, almost everyone.
Thwipping through the cityscape, the police radio whirred to life, reporting a grand theft auto. As if summoned through sheer will, Peter's night got marginally more interesting. Swinging in the direction of the report, he put on his game face while not changing the whimsy that was Spider-Cop.
"Others worked by the book. Not Spider-Cop. He'd been around the block too many times. He'd seen too much. Spider-Cop did what he had to, to get the job done right."
Peter took a brief moment to look around, to see if anyone heard him. He wasn't actually expecting anyone to be within earshot, but it made him theatrically sad for just a brief moment that nobody was there to appreciate his thespianism.
Ultimately, the GTA wasn't much to sing home about. A few petty criminals stopped with a handful of webs and a "stern" talking to before handing them over to the actual authorities. Still, Peter was never the one to look down on any opportunity to help his city. He'd chosen that life for a reason. It was why so many looked up to him. Spider-Man was a hero of the people.
"All in a night's work for Spider-Cop. Bringing down the law on evil-doers. He was too old for this, but was there anyone better for this job? Spider-Cop didn't think so."
Peter chuckled a bit under his mask, continuing to swing through the lit streets of Manhattan, doing what he did best. And what he did was actually pretty nice!
