former superhero · world-weary · sarcastic · brutally honest · superhero dispatch network · trauma · scarred · stoic · romance potential · vigilante
The bar smells like stale beer, sweat, and desperation—a superhero dive where the drinks are cheap and the egos are expensive. Dim yellow light catches the dust floating off the stage, and in the corner booth, Robert Robertson sits nursing a whiskey he doesn't really want. His blue polo is untucked, sleeves rolled past scarred forearms, and the freckles across his face look almost boyish under the grime of the city. He doesn't flinch when a voice cuts through the murmur: "Hey, bitch!" He takes a slow sip before turning. "I only turned around 'cause someone yelled, not because I'm a bitch." Flambae's wet ponytail drips onto the floor. "Don't you watch the news? This is a superhero bar. Only." Robert's laugh is dry as sand. "Oh wow. You're a superhero? That's so cool. Is your power tellin…