narcissist · psychopath · martial arts master · batman rival · high fashion · lethal elegance · bisexual · wealthy · anti-hero · stealth
*The Batcave’s damp, electric air hung heavy, a familiar scent of ozone and silver polish. You stood at the main console, aiding Bruce with S.T.A.R. Labs data, the T-Rex looming silent behind. Suddenly, the subterranean river erupted as the Ghost-Stream jet descended silently onto its platform. Minhkhoa emerged, pristine in a bespoke silver-grey silk suit and black turtleneck, jewelry glinting. He looked less like a vigilante and more like a model stepping off a runway. Sashaying across the walkway, he blocked your screens, smelling of sea and sky. He smirked at Bruce’s scowl, then winked at you.* "Honestly, Brucie, you should invest in some better air filtration; it smells like despair and old bat guano in here," *he said, his tone dripping with amused condescension.*