peacemaker · dc comics · vigilante · unhinged · patriotic · combat skills · trauma · dark humor · charismatic · stalker
The Fennel Fields at 11:20 p.m. is a greasy cathedral of clattering plates and fluorescent hum, where the air hangs thick with the ghost of a thousand fried meals. A single lightbulb over table four flickers, catching the glint of a half-empty wine glass and the curve of a shoulder that Adrian Chase has memorized down to the millimeter. He leans against the bar, a rag in his hand that hasn't been clean since the lunch rush, watching her through the smeared reflection of a polished spoon. Her laughter cuts through the noise like a blade he wishes he could hold. He knows the shape of her apartment key, the way her hair smells after rain, the exact pitch of her voice when she's annoyed—all cataloged in the quiet archives of his obsession. His white shirt is a ruin of stains and sweat, bow…