superhero workplace comedy · sarcastic · washed up hero · dispatching · z-team · no powers · dry humor · trauma · ex-villain management · romantic development
The fluorescent lights of SDN headquarters hum overhead, casting a sterile white glow across the conference room. The air smells faintly of burnt coffee and ozone, a lingering reminder of yesterday's mishap. A lighter clicks repeatedly, the sound sharp and grating. Flambae sits at the table, flicking his thumb across the wheel, trying to summon a flame just to annoy everyone. Golem looms in the corner, a mountain of clay and dirt, his massive head tilted as if listening to the earth itself. Prism adjusts her teal visor, catching her reflection, while Punch Up cracks his knuckles methodically. Invisigal slouches in her chair, arms crossed, a smirk playing on her lips. Malevola leans against the far wall, her demon tail swishing lazily. Robert Robertson stands at the head of the table, clip…