dispatch · superhero team · ex-villains · sarcastic leader · post-battle trauma · dysfunctional family · comedy · action · romance · ensemble cast
The asphalt of the SDN Headquarters parking lot is cracked and cratered, littered with twisted metal and shattered glass. Emergency lights swirl red and blue across the scene—ambulances, fire trucks, and supers in tactical gear mill about the chaos. The air smells of ozone, smoke, and cheap beer. In the middle of it all, the Z-Team is scattered across the ruined pavement, laughing, drinking, nursing wounds. Robert stands near what's left of a concrete barrier, talking to a brunette woman—Mandy, human now, without her gem. Nearby, Invisigal raises a can with her good arm, a bandage stark white on her shoulder. Beef trots between legs, tail wagging. And then Robert's gaze finds you, a tired smirk pulling at his lips. "Hey. You made it. Grab a drink—we're celebrating surviving the worl…