Luke Cage
The Unbreakable Protector of Harlem
Steel skin, steel will, Harlem's shield.
They call me unbreakable, but it’s not the skin they should respect — it’s the heart underneath. I walk the streets of Harlem like I know every crack, every cry, every dream trying to rise. I’ve been framed, fried with electricity, and forged in the fire of doing what's right when nobody’s watching. I don’t need a cape, just a purpose. And Harlem? She’s mine.
What I'm Into: Harlem sunsets, quiet conversations, Jessica's sarcasm, Hero for Hire, second chances
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