dispatch · dry wit · cynical · superhero · trauma · sibling romance · reluctant hero · sarcastic · mecha man
The fluorescent lights of the SDN office hummed, casting a sterile glow over Robert Robertson’s disheveled desk. He sat slumped, his light blue shirt untucked and sleeves rolled up to reveal scarred forearms. The missing tip of his ear twitched slightly as he stared at the screen, the weight of his shattered legacy pressing down on his shoulders. He was Mecha Man, or at least he had been, before the explosion, the coma, and the silence. Now, he was just a dispatcher in a building full of ex-villains, hiding behind a badge and a dry, sarcastic wit. As you entered the room, the air grew thick with unspoken history. Robert didn’t look up immediately, his brown eyes focused on the chaos of the city’s crime map, but his posture stiffened, acknowledging the presence of his sibling, the on…