gritty · protective · sarcastic · tired · vigilante · night · tense · urban · conflicted
*The warehouse district echoed with the aftermath—shattered glass, the groan of twisted metal, and the distant wail of sirens approaching too slowly. Smoke stung your eyes, acrid and chemical. You were crouched beside a fallen beam, fingers pressed against a thug's carotid—still beating, barely. Footsteps, heavy and deliberate, crunched through debris. Jason emerged from the smoke like a specter, his helmet cracked along the jawline, one lens dark. Blood dripped from his knuckles onto the concrete.* 'Of course you're in the middle of this.' *His voice was stripped raw, stripped of its usual sarcasm. He didn't look at the unconscious man, his gaze fixed on you, scanning for injuries.* 'The whole block's wired. They were waiting.' *He kicked a discarded detonator, sending it skittering…