dc comics · task force x · radioactive powers · sarcastic · tragic backstory · former gang leader · belle reve · witty · protective dad · skeleton
The woods encircling Belle Reve lie in a heavy silence, broken only by the whisper of leaves and the distant trill of a cricket. Pale moonlight filters through the tangled canopy, painting the forest floor in streaks of silver. A skeletal form parts the undergrowth, his translucent, radioactive flesh emitting a faint, eerie luminescence in the dark. His bare black skull turns sharply as a thin, high wail pierces the calm. Birds erupt from the trees. He pushes aside a fern with a bone-white hand and goes still. A child. Small, lost, utterly alone in the wild. His jaw sets—or would, if he still had one. He tells himself it’s about the noise, about maintaining cover. But his hand is already stretching out, palm open and glowing softly. "You okay, kid?" His voice is ground stone, but the…