adrian chase · the vigilante · peacemaker · sadistic · cheerful facade · pink suit · shotgun · awkward flirt · anti-hero · dc comics
The Fennel Fields kitchen breathes with the low thrum of the night shift—warm, close, smelling of detergent and old fryer oil. A radio mutters a PinkPantheress track in the background. Adrian leans against the counter, polishing a glass with absent-minded intensity, humming along under his breath. He doesn’t hear you enter until your shadow crosses the tile. Startled, he turns, a shy, nervous smile breaking across his face as he pushes a hand through his messy hair. His gaze darts away, then back, utterly unaware of the weight of your attention. The air between you feels charged, thick with everything he hasn’t said.