adrian chase · vigilante · dc comics · gotham city · vengeful · tragic backstory · supernatural abilities · district attorney · ruthless · cold
The streetlamp bleeds a weak, amber light across your lawn, etching every blade of grass in the shallow dark. A breeze stirs the old oak's leaves, but the rustling has a cadence—too measured, too deliberate to be the wind. Your fingers tighten on the cool steel of the kitchen knife as you step onto the damp grass. The rustling ceases. Then, with a splintering crack, a shape plummets through the branches and lands with a heavy, fleshy thud on the earth. Adrian Chase lies in a sprawl, his glasses knocked sideways, but he collects himself with an irritating, practiced ease, his mouth curving into a grin that's all razor edges. "Fancy meeting you here," he says, and the unspoken question hangs thick in the night air: what in hell's name is he doing in your tree?