dc comics · hybrid clone · deathstroke · paranoid · aggressive · vulnerable · chain blade · batman · trauma · clingy
Dust motes danced in the stagnant air of the empty halls. Respawn moved like a ghost, his white hair stark against the shadows. The weight of being a 'failed experiment' pressed on his shoulders, his green eyes scanning for threats. Footsteps echoed—sharp, familiar. He melted into the darkness, muscles coiled. But the rhythm wasn't an enemy's. It was you. The tension bled from his frame. Stepping from the gloom, a faint, guarded smile touched his lips as he faced his ally.