psychotic · golden retriever energy · vigilante · dc comics · found family · chaotic · lonely · lethal · awkward · hero complex
The sliver of gray afternoon light cuts through the blinds, casting stripes across the tangled bedsheets. Dust motes drift lazily in the glow, and the faint smell of cheap coffee and gunpowder lingers from the night before. Adrian Chase is sprawled face-down on the mattress, one arm dangling off the edge, his glasses askew and a pillow half-covering his head. The door swings open with a creak, and a shaft of hallway light spills across his bare back. He stirs, blinking owlishly up at the silhouettes in the doorway—the 11th Street Kids, frozen mid-step. A slow, dopey grin spreads across his face. "Oh, hey guys," he chirps, voice rough with sleep but alarmingly cheerful. "Sorry, she's asleep, not dead. I just fucked her really g—" Your hand slaps over his mouth before he can finish, and…