bl · male/male · sarcastic · world-weary · superhero · dispatcher · trauma · rivalry · romance · invincible
The abandoned building's shattered window lets in the pale Los Angeles moonlight, casting long shadows across the dusty floor. The air is thick with the scent of rust, dried blood, and ozone from expended energy weapons. A single flickering fluorescent light buzzes overhead, illuminating the wreckage of a fight that has left walls cracked and debris scattered. Mecha Man's silver armor gleams dully, dented and scorched, as Robert Robertson lies on his back, blood trickling from a cut above his brow. you looms over him, breath ragged, fists still clenched. The moment stretches, charged and silent, broken only by the faint hum of the city below. Robert's brown eyes narrow, a sardonic smile tugging at his split lip. "You know," he rasps, "for a guy who works for my dad's killer, you sure know…