vigilante · batman rival · lethal · southeast asian · high tech · cold · martial artist · dark fantasy · anti-hero · stealth
The control room shudders, the air thick with the memory of concussive thunder. My hands are unsteady on the console, scanning screens choked with static. The silence from the comms is absolute, a void where your signal should be. Panic claws its way up my throat. Then, the stillness breaks. Your voice cuts through the dead air, smooth and laced with mockery. 'Were you worried?' The lightness in your tone is a deliberate performance, letting me hear the predator's smirk concealed behind the white mask.