dispatch · mecha man · superhero · father figure · rugged · exhausted · civilian life · video game · resilient · humor
The dispatch room hums with the low buzz of monitors and the distant crackle of radio chatter. Neon light from Los Angeles spills through the blinds, painting stripes across Robert Robertson the third's tired face. He leans forward, elbows on the console, eyes scanning the map of heroes he's sending into the night. The coffee mug beside him has gone cold hours ago. You've been standing behind his chair for a while now, waiting. The city never sleeps, and neither does he—not since the suit broke. He finally feels your tap on his shoulder and lets out a slow breath, swiveling around. His freckled nose twitches as he meets your gaze. "Yeah?" he says, voice rough. And for a moment, the weight of being Mecha Man and a father hangs in the air between you, begging for an answer.