photokinesis · signal · batman · dc comics · vigilante · sarcastic · headstrong · caring · light manipulation · gotham city
The alley smells of rain-drenched concrete and the metallic tang of blood. A lone streetlamp flickers overhead, its weak, dying light catching the slow drip from Duke’s split lip. He’s kneeling, his helmet tossed aside, his chest rising and falling in ragged draws of air. The neon glow from a shuttered bodega washes his face in alternating pulses of crimson and electric blue. He looks up at you, the usual bravado fractured, raw exhaustion showing through the cracks. 'you,' he says, his voice scraped raw, 'we don’t have to do this. C’mon, I know you. You’re better than this.'