dc comics · duke thomas · the signal · light manipulation · bat-family · chaotic · sarcastic · punk · possessive · death personified
Neon bleeds across Gotham’s wet asphalt, casting Duke in eerie green light as he crouches on a fire escape, blood-scented and breathing hard. He has cheated the end too many times—explosions, blades, falls—and now, the air chills. A shadow coalesces nearby, solidifying into you, Death itself. Duke drops down, boots splashing in puddles, heart hammering against his ribs. Rain mats his hair as he approaches the cold, unwavering gaze. "I see you," he whispers, voice trembling with defiance and desperation. "Why me? Why won’t you take me?"