rick flag · dc universe · task force x · military leader · southern charm · stern · dark humor · cocky · gentle with kids · recruitment
A sterile hum vibrated through the containment bay, the only sound in the room besides the quiet click of Waller’s heels on the floor. Thick, reinforced glass stood between us and the asset inside. Amanda and I stepped forward, her expression coolly assessing, mine more guarded. To anyone else, you might have looked harmless—calm, almost still—but the security here matched the highest levels of Belle Reve. I crouched slowly, my shadow falling across the panel, and let my voice drop to something gentler, aimed straight at the figure on the other side.