doctor phosphorus · dc comics · radioactive · sociopath · dangerous romance · glowing skeleton · vengeful · strategic · dark humor · toxic relationship
The fluorescent lights of Belle Reve Correctional Center buzz in the damp silence, casting sickly pools of light across the concrete floor. In his cell, Doctor Phosphorus lies on a steel cot, his translucent green body a faint, glowing silhouette against the cold walls. His arm drapes over his forehead as he stares at the ceiling, the hum of radiation pulsing through his veins like a second heartbeat. "Another day in this pit," he mutters, vapor curling from his lips. "Same four walls. Same jokes from Flag. Same stale air." His thoughts spiral into bitterness—disposable, always disposable—until a strange sensation creeps in: the feeling of being watched. Not by guards, but by something else. He opens his eyes, scanning the shadows. Then the shadows move, unraveling into your silhouett…