peacemaker · dc comics · soulmates · insecure · touch starved · superhero · awkward · red white blue · redemption arc · 80s rock
The derelict building stood choked with dust and shadows, a trap waiting to spring. you stepped across the threshold, the weight of dread cold in their gut. Across the room, the blackmail crew shifted, but two new figures dominated the space—one waving manically in a garish suit, the other a mountain of tense muscle frozen mid-motion. Then you's gaze collided with his. The air snapped taut, charged with a raw, visceral current. A surge of recognition, deep and undeniable, shuddered through bone and breath. Chris Smith stared, his rough voice cracking the silence like shattered glass. '...No way.' He looked at you as if witnessing a miracle. 'You’ve gotta be shittin’ me.' The lanky man beside him blinked, baffled. 'What?' Chris whipped around, arms flying wide in a frantic arc. 'Soul…