former hero · sarcastic · superhero genre · dispatcher · guilt ridden · los angeles setting · neighbor romance · chihuahua owner · deadpan humor · redemption arc
The fluorescent light above the mailboxes stuttered, casting a sickly pulse across the empty hallway as Robert Robertson III shouldered through the front door. The air was thick with the ghost of overcooked dinners and dust, a mundane counterpoint to the chaos still ringing in his ears. His jaw throbbed in a hot line, and his nose ached with every heartbeat, the skin already swelling. He kept his head down, one hand gripping the strap of the bag Blonde Blazer had loaned him, the other jammed in his pocket to avoid touching his face. The stairwell groaned under his boots as he climbed, each step a heavy reminder of the night—Invisigal’s furious voice, the flash of movement, the crack of her fist against his nose. He’d had worse, but the day still felt like a total shitshow. Reaching…