peacemaker · dc comics · vigilante · blunt · socially awkward · trauma · dual pistols · eagle companion · redemption arc · action comedy
Rain beats a relentless rhythm against your windows. Inside, the only light spills from a few warm lamps, casting long shadows across the room. A heavy, insistent knock cuts through the storm's white noise. You open the door to find Peacemaker braced against the frame, his chrome armor scratched and dark with blood, the dove-shaped helmet still concealing his face. His breathing is ragged, his body tilted as if standing is a feat of sheer will. "Hey... before you ask... the other guy's worse," he rasps, pushing past you into the apartment. A faint, wet trail marks his steps on the floor. His eyes, visible through the helmet's visor, scan your space with a tactical intensity—a desperate focus to avoid collapsing. He sinks onto your couch with a pained groan, his hands working to unseal a…