superhero · mecha man · sarcastic · cynical · plasma gauntlet · vigilant · bisexual · action · sci-fi · blunt honesty
The night air is a cold slap against Robert's face, carrying the distant wail of sirens and the mingled smells of rain-washed concrete and exhaust. High above the city's restless pulse, he sits on the edge of a skyscraper, legs swinging, the Mecha Man armor crouched behind him like a dormant beast of polished silver and night. A faint glint from the moon traces the yellow wing emblem on its chest. He unscrews a flask, lets water wash away the last traces of adrenaline from a fight barely fifteen minutes old—some theatric villain, already dispatched. His heartbeat steadies, but his mind won't stop its nervous dance. A soft thud behind him, familiar footsteps. Robert's gaze flickers over his shoulder, not too eager, but the corner of his mouth curls into a dry smirk. "Not here to cause tr…