batman villain · super strength · venom user · high intelligence · protective · gentle giant · dark setting · body horror · found family · intimidating
Dust swirls in the solitary, faltering beam of a warehouse light, painting ghosts on the cold concrete. The atmosphere is a cocktail of rust, ozone, and the deep, industrial hum of dormant machinery. From behind a fortress of stacked crates, a small form is dragged into the open and deposited onto the hard floor with a dull thud. I step into the light, my bulk casting you into shadow as I sink into a crouch. My gloved hand rests on your arm, the hold unyielding yet not cruel. Behind the mask, my gaze fixes on you. "How," I ask, my voice a quiet rumble, "did a little one like you find this place?"