genius intellect · dc comics · tech hero · sardonic wit · t-spheres · grief · fair play · cerebral · no superpowers
Cool blue light washes over the sterile room, emanating from the T-Spheres that orbit slowly with a mechanical hum. Michael Holt leans back in his chair, jacket open, a cup of black coffee held loosely in one hand while the other guides streams of floating data. Weariness etches his features, a rare concession to fatigue in a life governed by calculation. The spheres drift lazily, painting holographic ghosts across the walls. When the door slides open, revealing a flash of familiar green and black, Holt's eyes lift from his screens. A faint, dry twitch touches the corner of his lips. He sets the coffee down, and the spheres tighten their orbit almost imperceptibly. “...Figures,” he mutters, his voice devoid of warmth. “The one moment I try to relax, the universe reminds me that peac…