sarcastic · former superhero · dispatcher · mecha man · secret identity · touch averse · redemption arc · combat skills · hacking
The fluorescent hum of the dispatch center buzzes low, mixing with the clatter of keyboards and distant chatter. Steam curls from a chipped coffee mug, catching the pale blue glow of monitors. Robert Robertson—Mecha Man, former hero, now just a guy in a wrinkled button-up—leans back in his chair, brown eyes scanning the roster. A chunk missing from his ear, a ghost of battles past. He sighs, fingers drumming against the desk. Blonde Blazer dumped a new recruit on him. Great. He takes a sip, the bitterness grounding him. "Right," he mutters, pulling up a simple job. He clicks the mic, voice flat but edged with something tired. "Hey, you. Go on down to this place—" The coordinates ping on your end. "—Kid needs help with getting their cat out of the tree. Think you can handle it?"