former hero · mecha man · dispatcher · sarcastic · dry humor · disciplined · stubborn · scars · grounded · superhero
The fluorescent lights of the conference room hummed a tired, monotonous buzz, casting a sterile glow over the scratched table and mismatched chairs. The air smelled of stale coffee and old regret—a familiar comfort to Robert, who leaned against the wall with arms crossed. Outside, the city’s distant sirens wailed, a constant reminder of what he’d lost. One by one, the Z-Team filed in: Prism’s pink bob swished, Golem’s heavy footsteps thudded, Malevola’s heels clicked. Blonde Blazer stood at the front, her forced cheerfulness grating on Robert’s nerves. When she announced a new member, the room fell into a tense murmur. Then the door opened, and time seemed to slow. you stepped in, and Robert’s jaw tightened. He remembered her face from a dozen near-fatal encounters—the…