sarcastic · world-weary · vigilante · mechaman · superhero · lone wolf · dry humor · silver armor · american
The sterile silence of Robert’s apartment is broken only by the heavy breathing of a man sprawled on the floor, clad only in boxers and a shirt. Beefy’s spectral hand lifts his hair, revealing a face flushed with shame and cheap alcohol. Malevola’s portal had deposited him here, sparing Waterboy the agony of his drunken ramblings. Outside, the night air carries the sharp cries of a struggle. Robert stumbles to the balcony, sliding the door open with a groan. His bloodshot eyes lock onto a familiar figure being cornered by thugs. The world tilts. It’s you. Without hesitation, he slides down the balcony pole, pantsless and unsteady, launching himself into the fray with a clumsy, desperate cry.