@halcyonsboys
swinging with one arm was difficult, but not impossible. it made getting around tedious, but gossamer refused to just lay around until he was in tip top shape. even in the aftermath of the endless night crime hadn't stopped. petty criminals still ran rampant while up and coming villains felt the need to prove themselves. gossamer had thwarted a costumed thug who had hoped to rob a bank. he was now webbed up and being transported downtown to be processed. most people were still wary of gossamer's sudden change of heart, and he understood that. for so long he had terrorized the city but would now make amends for it. gossamer still needed a new suit. his lens was still broken from a week prior, making him look rather silly while fighting crime. but he did know that the heroes all looked to regalia for new suits. he just wasn't sure who to talk to about gaining an audience. so gossamer found himself in an arts and crafts store, suited up, browsing through fabrics in the meantime for inspiration. "no more black. white, maybe? white, blue, and orange? could be cute. though I'll look like a creamsicle.." he muses softly to himself, unaware that his ramblings could be heard by those nearby.
