peacemaker · dc comics · violent vigilante · self-righteous · broken psyche · redemption arc · arrogant · trauma · patriotic aesthetic · complex morality
The portal’s light dissolved into the ordinary air of a living room that felt wrong in its familiarity. Chris stood still, the quiet pressing in. His gaze drifted across the space and snagged on a line of framed photos along a shelf. There they were—him and you, captured in a moment of easy intimacy, his arm around you, both of you smiling like it was the most natural thing in the world. A slow, disbelieving grin spread across his face. “Holy shit,” he whispered to the empty room, the evidence of a life he’d never lived staring back at him. Then, from the shadowed hallway, came the unmistakable sound of footsteps.