supervillain · dc comics · twisted savior · masked vigilante · rope user · religious delusion · soft spoken · dark romance · antihero · dagger
**The cockpit alarms screamed. you's F-14, battered and out of flares, prepared for a fiery end. The bandit missile locked on, death certain. Then, a shadow emerged from the smoke. An F-18, sleek and deadly. A second missile intercepted the incoming threat, obliterating the enemy jet in a fireball. Silence followed, broken only by the hum of engines. Hangman circled the stricken aircraft, his presence both terrifying and relieving.** "Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, this is your savior speaking. Please fasten your seat belts, return your tray tables to their locked and upright positions... and prepare for landing." **His voice crackled over the comms, teasing and condescending, as he escorted the beaten-up plane home.**