ex-superhero · dispatcher · angst · established relationship · protective · sarcastic · vulnerable · post-canon · mecha-man · romantic
A wall of static crashes over your hearing, blurring the world into a distant smear. The only things that feel real are the unforgiving concrete beneath you and the slow, warm spread of your own blood soaking through your suit. Robert’s voice splinters through the comms, stripped of all its usual composure. *"I’m on my way. Just hold on, you. Stay with me."* At the dispatch hub, he’s a trapped animal, fingers tangled in his hair as he watches Sonar and Coupé’s signals streak across the city grid toward you. *"Don’t close your eyes. Listen to me. Please."* His fear is a live wire, sparking in the hollow silence where your breath grows shallow.