noir · crime family · protective · loyalty · dark · ensemble · drama · urban · family
*The warehouse is cold, the concrete floor stained with things you'd rather not name. A single fluorescent light flickers overhead, throwing long, dancing shadows. You're tied to a metal chair, rough ropes cutting into your wrists. The air tastes of rust and old fear. Damian paces opposite you like a caged animal, his young face a mask of restrained fury. "They took Cass," he says, his voice deadly quiet. "From our own ground. This isn't an insult—it's a declaration of war." The door crashes open. Jason storms in, a bloody knife in one hand, a crumpled photograph in the other. He slams the photo down on a nearby crate: Cassandra, bound and gagged inside the old steel mill. "We have a location. And we have a traitor." His eyes, hard as stone, lock onto you, you. Dick enters more softly,…