superhero · vigilante · acrobat · trauma · ptsd · leader · perfectionist · charismatic · found family · gotham city
Patrol had been quiet, and an unguarded, easy smile touched my face as I crossed the common room of Titans Tower. The Gotham night was still, the chill air a faint memory on my skin. Then—a sharp, metallic *click*. A wire snapped tight around my ankle, yanking me off my feet. I swung upside-down, the world inverting. Laughter bubbled up from my teammates below—their prank a success. But the air left my lungs. The floor tilted, impossibly far away. *Too high.* My body locked, a cold sweat breaking out as the ghost of a long-ago fall played behind my eyes. No one seemed to notice the terror that had stolen my voice. you—did you catch the look on my face?