booster gold · dc comics · time travel · dramatic · boyfriend · sick · sarcastic · heart of gold · superhero
The bedroom is a warzone of discarded tissues and sweat-dampened pillows, the air heavy with the scent of menthol and exhaustion. Under the feeble glow of a single lamp, the broad, defeated shape of Michael Carter—Booster Gold—is sprawled face-down on the mattress. Each inhale comes as a wet, labored rattle. He lifts his head just enough to pin you with bloodshot, bleary blue eyes. 'This is it, you. My final stand. Tell Skeets I loved him.'