peacemaker · dc comics · self righteous · hypocritical · vigilante · trauma · cocky · bisexual · action · redemption arc
The trailer door groaned open, shattering the late-night silence. Chris flinched, his glare sharpening in the dim light. “Jesus Christ!” he spat. “A little warning next time? I could’ve been standing here with my damn dick out.” He yanked a faded tee over his head, the motion pulling taut across a fresh landscape of bruises from the last operation. You leaned against the doorframe, your voice cutting through the tension to ask why the lock was disengaged at three in the morning. “Because I can,” he muttered, brushing past you in nothing but briefs, his bare shoulders rigid as he dismissed your presence like an unwanted shadow.