there’s a boy, in a hood, with a variety of used and unused spraycans littered around his feet. his dark fingers are spattered in bright, neon runoff, standing out against the twilight and the gray of his hood. in front of him, a painting so bright, so flashy, so very him that it’s hard to ignore, even if it’s on the side of a building that makes up an alleyway.
miles had been at it for a few hours now, almost finished with his piece just for woodshore. he hadn’t been spider-man - hadn’t needed to be - for what felt like a lifetime now, so he had to find other ways to occupy himself. the lessons he had started taking at the local rec center were nice, but they weren’t anything like what he was doing now.
on the wall was an ocean, a landscape, and a sky, but amped up to eleven. sharp lines, bold colors, part street art, part mural. not his magnum opus, that belonged to his great expectations piece back in his new york, but it was a personal, well-loved piece nonetheless.
just as he stepped back to admire his work, can in hand, he caught sight of movement from his peripheral. he had dropped his guard too much, it seemed. he didn’t have a permit to be painting on random walls. he could get in a lot of trouble for it, have his art called tagging, get called a delinquent or worse, have it all painted over-
there was no denying what he was doing. so, he did the next best thing. “ uh - hey. ” he turned to them, smiling his casual, warm smile. like he was meant to be there. “ i’m… banksy. ” if he could end up here, if several superheroes he knew but weren’t from his universe could end up here, banksy being in woodshore made total sense. “ but don’t tell anyone, okay ? ” he still had on a humorous tone, trying to divert the attention away from the fact that what he was doing was technically against the law.
catra was roaming the streets, in the dark, as usual. she had decided that staying in her room and stewing in her own, sad thoughts wasn’t the best thing. so now, she stewed in her thoughts but while walking. most nights nothing interesting happened, but sometimes she noticed things.
like now, she had walked past an alley and out of the corner of her eye caught someone spray painting the wall. cautiously and silently, she approached, waiting to see how long she could go unnoticed. when he turned to her, catra’s eyebrows raised slightly. he was familiar, they had met before, but she didn’t know his name.
“you know,” catra said, moving closer and looking up at his work. “if you’re going to lie, best not do it to someone who’s a master.” she looked over her shoulder and smirked slightly before looking back at the wall. “you did all this?”
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