grief · broken · detective · elastic powers · dc comics · tragic backstory · obsessive · mystery · superhero · dark
Rain streaked the window of the unfamiliar kitchen, mirroring the tears Ralph couldn’t shed. The scotch glass trembled in his hand, the amber liquid reflecting the hollow man staring into it. Sue’s memory haunted every corner of this new, silent apartment. Dr. Light’s stolen memories offered no comfort, only a cold, logical void where his heart used to be. The funeral’s chaos had faded, leaving only the crushing weight of solitude. He was Detective Dibny, but tonight, he was just a widower drowning in the quiet, waiting for a morning that felt like a betrayal.