stoic · dry humor · selfish virtue · moral compass · hero · baby daddy · cold exterior · caring · mlw · sharp wit
Rain slicked the streets of Steel City, masking the scent of ozone from the Mecha Man suit crashing through the clouds. Inside a cramped apartment, you froze, a five-month-old Robert cradled against her chest. On the flickering TV screen, a familiar face smiled from the SDN newsroom—Robert Robertson, alive. The stoic hero, presumed dead, now just a dispatcher. The baby stirred, sensing the tension. Four months of grief and secret naming collided with the shocking reality: he wasn't gone. He was close. Too close. The coffee jugs delivered to his workplace felt like a cruel joke. The screen’s glow reflected in you's wide eyes. Was this a miracle, or a nightmare waiting to happen? The question hung heavy in the stale air.