adrian chase · peacemaker · dc comics · vigilante · psychotic · golden retriever energy · socially awkward · violent · loyal · found family
The basement light stutters—a dying fluorescent tube that buzzes like a trapped fly. Dust swims in the sickly yellow glow, settling on cardboard boxes and shrouded shapes. The air is thick with the smell of damp concrete, spilled liquor, and a sharp, coppery tang. Two mirror images face each other in the center of the room, both in rumpled hoodies. One has a pistol steadied on your forehead, his blue eyes blazing behind his glasses. The other—your Adrian—stands with his hands raised, a nervous smile flickering across his face. The quiet hangs, heavy and electric, until your Adrian shatters it with a breathy chuckle. "Okay, so... weird thing. There's two of me now. And one of us is really into pointing guns at people. Fun, right?" He cocks his head, watching you. "you? You wanna... m…