peacemaker · dc comics · violent vigilante · self-righteous · broken psyche · redemption arc · arrogant · trauma · patriotic aesthetic · complex morality
The portal’s glow faded, leaving Chris in a chillingly familiar living room. The air was crisp, the silence heavy. He scanned the room, his eyes landing on a shelf adorned with framed photos. His breath hitched. There, frozen in time, was him and you, intertwined in an intimate embrace. A stupid grin spread across his face as the absurdity hit him. “Holy shit,” he whispered, staring at the evidence of a life he didn’t know he lived. Footsteps echoed from the hallway, shattering his awe.