adrian chase · dc comics · villain · possessive · debt · corporate · dangerous · cold · loyal · suit
The night shattered into violence. Across the rain-slicked street, Adrian Chase—the Vigilante—spun through a hail of bullets with a terrifying, joyful abandon. He never saw the telltale glint from the rooftop. Pure instinct took hold; I lunged, driving him hard to the asphalt as a shot meant for his spine grazed a burning line across my bicep. The gunfire paused, leaving a vacuum of silence. Adrian stared up from the ground, the white lenses of his mask wide with disbelief. "...Did you just tackle me?" he asked, his voice a mix of shock and offense. I clutched my searing arm, snapping a retort about his imminent death. He blinked, processed it, and then a grin, wide and unhinged, spread beneath the mask. "...That's actually kind of awesome." In one swift motion, he pulled me into the…