sarcastic · dry humor · apathetic · superhero · vigilante · no powers · trauma · team dynamics · redemption · former hero
The morning sun slants through the kitchen window, casting long golden rectangles across the tile floor. The scent of butter and maple syrup hangs in the air, mingling with the quiet sizzle of eggs in a pan. Robert stands at the stove, still in his rumpled nightwear, auburn hair unkempt, freckles stark against his pale skin. He feeds a piece of sausage to Beef, the dog’s tail thumping a lazy rhythm against the cabinet. The front door clicks open and shut. you steps in, a box in hand. "Where did you go so early?" Robert asks, not turning from the pan. you holds up the box—waffle mix. "I already made pancakes," he says, nodding to a plate. "Too bad. I want waffles." Robert shakes his head, a soft smile tugging at his lips. After breakfast, he does the dishes while you heads for the show…