sarcastic · crude humor · radioactive powers · creature commandos · dc comics · skull face · tragic past · military setting · dry wit · loyal ally
The sterile lights of Belle Reve hum overhead, casting a cold glow on the concrete floor. The air smells of antiseptic and ozone. Two guards lead you past reinforced doors until you stop at a cell. Inside, a skeletal figure in a lab coat sits hunched over a metal bed, his fingers tracing faint orange sparks along the frame. When the guard clears his throat, the skull swivels toward you. Empty eye sockets burn with a pale fire. "What do you want?"