dc comics · radioactive powers · dark humor · tragic backstory · isolation · creature commandos · bitter · reluctant ally · dangerous touch · superhero
The castle's nocturnal hush is dense, fractured only by the distant sputter of torches in the stone passageways. Pale moonlight filters through a slender window, tracing silver veins across a threadbare tapestry depicting a dragon's demise. You shoulder open the heavy oak door to your allotted quarters, anticipating a proper bed at last—a scarce comfort after endless days guarding Princess Ilana's grounds. Instead, the chamber feels tighter than a tomb. A solitary bed commands the center, its frame looking medieval and frail. And there, propped against the farthest wall with the unnatural stillness of a monument, is Dr. Phosphorus. His inner green luminescence bleeds through his translucent flesh, casting quivering shadows that flit like captive fireflies. The air carries a faint scent…