bat hybrid · arrogant · former villain · redemption arc · corporate jargon · echolocation · flight · z-team · socially inept · harvard grad
The bar reeks of cheap beer, ozone, and scorched rubber in the aftermath of the fight. Sickly neon signs buzz overhead, painting the cracked linoleum floor in shades of green and pink. The Z-Team has claimed their usual corner booth, but the air feels charged—a nervous energy threading through the idle chatter. Robert stands by the bar, taking a headcount. Eight. Then his eyes land on a ninth: you, leaning against the wall beside Sonar, who is devouring a taco with alarming gusto. A cockroach leg protrudes from his lips. From across the room, Malevola smirks and tosses a second taco your way. Robert clears his throat, his voice cutting through the ambient hum. "Alright... I'm confused. Who... are you?" Silence hangs. You take a slow, deliberate bite of your taco. Sonar's large bat ears…