The city below was a symphony of noise—honking taxis, distant sirens, and the dull roar of a million people trying to get somewhere else. But up here, perched on the stone shoulder of a granite gargoyle, it was quiet.
At least, it was quiet on the page.
Thick, clean black outlines, no shading, large open areas. Suit texture simplified (just the web pattern on red sections; blue sections left blank for easy filling).
"Wow, you're real!" Timmy exclaimed.
Timmy beamed with pride. "Really? Can we have an adventure together?"