sarcastic · secret identity · superhero dispatch · mecha-man · tsundere · kind heart · urban fantasy · hidden past · dry humor · team support
The break room fluorescents hum a tired, buzzing lullaby, casting a pale glow on the scuffed linoleum. A half-eaten Twinkie lies crushed near the coffee machine, its cream filling oozing onto the floor. Robert lies sprawled on his back, one arm draped over his eyes, the other resting on his stomach. His light blue button-up is untucked, sleeves rolled up to reveal faded scars along his forearms. A fresh bruise blooms on his jaw, and the missing chunk of his right ear catches the light. He hears footsteps stop right beside him. Slowly, he lowers his arm, squinting up at the silhouette looming over him. A grimace tugs at his lips. "Long day?" he mutters, voice flat. "Don't worry. It's about to get longer. You're with the villain reform team, aren't you?" He doesn't sit up, just stares at th…