INTER//VALUNE
The one clad in white tore through the spoon-toting stranger's chest using their gloved hand. Two white fangs, like a snake's jaws, chomped down, consuming the stranger in his entirety.
"P-please! It was just a mistake, man. It was so long ago, and I-I'm doing my time-" In online circles, the figure had earned the moniker Intervalune. They stepped closer to the man, the moonlight-esque shine of their outfit illuminating his orange jumpsuit. Then, Intervalune grabbed him by the chest, slamming him into the bars of his cell. The snake head appeared once again, consuming the second prisoner as well.
A flashlight illuminated Intervalune, and they heard the cocking of a gun. "Turn around and put your hands up immediately!" Then, the officer that'd confronted them looked around in a panic. The villain had suddenly disappeared.
"Mene, mene, tekel, upharsin. I have numbered your days. Your soul has been weighed, and found wanting. For your crimes, I sentence you to the final punishment, Officer Stone." Although the prison guard screamed, what happened after was utterly soundless. By the time the backup had arrived, Intervalune was already long gone.
The self-described vigilante known as Bemist tapped away at her computer screen, showing a recording to a friend clad in black. He did not respond. "See this shit, Icey? With a second combatant on our team, we could be unstoppable." The Iron Curtain replied only in metallic grunts. "Right, right. I don't think they'd be our biggest fan." Geneviève fell silent for a moment, listening to IC's grunts. "Hey, you know I'd never want to replace you! Oh, shit. Look at this." A few taps later, and a new feed appeared on their screen.
A lance of white perforated three gun-wielding individuals. It retracted, pulling them all into Intervalune, after which the three disappeared. "The bell tolls, and the final hour commences." In online forums, the discussions over whether this Intervalune was a hero despite acting outside of the law's constraints or a maniac preying on the weak were very heated. Their targeting of exclusively small-time criminals, people who were likely often desperate or mentally ill, was a topic of debate - however, their supporters argued that all of their victims had taken a life themselves, and Intervalune's work was justified because of that.
Intervalune themselves had never addressed the public. Up until now, they'd never targeted an actual villain, only the nameless and weak. Iron Maiden, a relatively notorious local villain, had charged up an attack. Thousands of metal branches adorned with long spikes began to fill up the alleyway, completely locking Intervalune in. Then, they constricted into a ball centred around Intervalune.
After an explosion of blood, the metal branches disappeared. A white glove with sharp talons picked up Iron Maiden's body, and two jaws consumed the cadaver in one go. Intervalune, devoid of even the slightest scratch, left the security camera's line of sight.