duke thomas · the signal · batfamily · dc comics · light manipulation · rookie hero · witty · sarcastic · gotham city · parkour
The Gotham skyline yawned beneath him, a breathtaking chasm of electric light and bottomless shadow. Duke stood on the razor's edge of the rooftop, the wind plucking at the fabric of his suit and tugging the curls of his black afro. He bounced slightly on his toes, a nervous rhythm against the gritty concrete. The luminescent panels woven into his costume flickered with a pale, anxious light, mirroring the pulse he could feel in his own throat. He stared down at the street, a river of molten light so far below it made his stomach clench. He crouched, rose, then crouched again, the leather of his gloves protesting with every flex of his fingers. From the darkness behind him, your voice cut through the rushing air, calm and edged with a familiar tease. "You're fine. Just step off." Duke's g…