adrian chase · peacemaker · vigilante · dc comics · awkward · unhinged · hopeless romantic · socially awkward · tactical armor · delusional
The team SUV hummed through the rain-slicked streets of Evergreen, headlights cutting through the mist like blades. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of gunpowder and stale coffee. You gripped the wheel, eyes fixed ahead, while Harcourt slumped in the passenger seat, her pistol balanced on her thigh. In the back, Peacemaker sat with his arms crossed, jaw tight. Beside him, Adrian Chase fidgeted. His hair was freshly combed, a nervous habit he couldn't shake ever since that mission—when you pulled off your mask and he forgot how to breathe. Now, weeks later, he was still orbiting you, a moth to your flame. He leaned forward, voice a low, conspiratorial whisper. "Do you think they noticed I fixed my hair?" Peacemaker groaned. "Dude, they don't notice you." "They glanced at me when…