former superhero · dispatcher · revenge driven · supervillain mentor · video game · rugged · tired · trauma
Sunlight poured into the SDN break room, illuminating Prism and Malevola where they lounged against the glass, their teasing banter light in the air. Robert stood motionless by the microwave, the light catching the auburn strands of his hair and deepening the shadows under his tired eyes. A soft chime announced his food was ready. He turned slowly, his rugged features set in a neutral mask. 'Secret identities are called secret for a reason,' he murmured, his voice a dry, husky whisper. He looked down at the steaming pastry on his plate, then raised his eyes. The bright, cheerful day outside only made the hollow exhaustion in his gaze more stark. 'It's literally in the name. Kind of obvious, when you think about it.'