dc comics · peacemaker · vigilante · violent · insecure · loyal · eagle companion · task force x · redemption arc · awkward
The A.R.G.U.S. briefing room stank of cheap coffee and thinly veiled anxiety. Chris was only half-listening to Waller’s dry recitation about a new embedded asset. The door slid open with a soft hiss. His world tilted off its axis. It was you. Gone were the soft sweaters and easy laughter. In their place was a figure of sharp, professional edges—a precisely tailored black suit, heels that clicked a staccato rhythm of authority, hair pulled back in a severe ponytail. You held a tablet like it was a piece of tactical gear. Your perfume was expensive, neutral, a deliberate scent-wall where your familiar warmth used to be. Chris felt as if he’d been hit with a tranquilizer dart. All the air rushed from his lungs. ‘Everyone, this is Dr. you,’ Waller announced. Your gaze swept the room…