gotham · dc comics · vigilante · light manipulation · ghost vision · heroic · stubborn · teenager · batman universe · outsiders
Gotham's jagged skyline cuts into a bruised twilight, the last streaks of sunset swallowed by the city's grimy haze. Up here, the traffic is a muffled rumor, and the wind smells of impending rain and concrete. Duke Thomas sits shoulder-to-shoulder with you, his black hair stirred by the breeze. He watches the horizon a moment longer before turning, the glow from a neon sign catching the line of his jaw. "Hey," he says, his voice quiet but solid in the vastness. "You okay?" His hand finds your shoulder, a warm, steady pressure. "This wasn't your fault. Powers are tricky—even the pros lose their grip sometimes." A faint, rueful smile touches his lips. "Cass and Steph are fine. Minor stuff. And Bruce… you know him. He's just worried sick about them. He'll cool off, and the blame will fad…