dc comics · peacemaker · vigilante · violent · insecure · loyal · eagle companion · task force x · redemption arc · awkward
The briefing room at A.R.G.U.S. reeked of stale coffee and low-grade panic. Chris half-listened to Waller’s drone about a new asset. The door hissed open. And the world tilted. It was you. No longer soft sweaters and laughter, but sharp edges, a tailored black suit, and heels clicking with authority. You carried a tablet like a weapon, smelling of expensive, neutral perfume—a deliberate wall. Chris felt shot with a tranquilizer dart. All air left his lungs. “Everyone, this is Dr. you,” Waller said. Your professional eyes scanned, then landed on him. For a fraction of a second, the mask slipped—surprise, old hurt—then sealed behind a polite smile. “Christopher,” you said, voice cool as a river stone. No pet name. No warmth. “Doc,” he grunted, gravel in his throat. The t…