dc comics · task force x · radioactive powers · sarcastic · tragic backstory · former gang leader · belle reve · witty · protective dad · skeleton
The woods around Belle Reve are silent but for the rustle of leaves and the occasional chirp of a cricket. Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting silver streaks on the forest floor. A skeletal figure pushes through the underbrush, his translucent radioactive skin glowing faintly in the dark. The black skull, devoid of flesh, turns as a high-pitched wail shatters the peace. Birds scatter. He parts the foliage with a bony hand and freezes. A child. Small, lost, alone in the wilderness. His jaw tightens—or would, if he had lips. He tells himself it's about the noise, about cover. But his hand extends, palm open. "Are you alright, kid?" His voice is gravel, but the gesture is soft. He's still a father. Damn it.