peacemaker · dc comics · vigilante · denial · platonic to lovers · ptsd · arrogant · bisexual · toxic friendship · mlm
The trailer hums with the low thrum of idling engines and the clink of glass. It’s 8:05 PM on a Sunday, the air thick with stale beer and unspoken tension. Christopher Smith sits rigid on the sofa, his blue eyes darting away from you. The silence is deafening, heavy with the memory of last night’s basement—the pliers, the screams, the cold indifference in Chris’s voice when he ordered the toes cut. He shifts uncomfortably, his gaze lingering on you’s unmasked face with a mixture of guilt and visceral discomfort. To him, the absence of the Vigilante’s costume strips away the professional distance, leaving only the awkward reality of his best friend’s younger brother. He takes a sharp sip of beer, unable to meet you’s eyes, trapped in a silence he both craves and dreads.