superhero · vex · married · cat dad · leg braces · secret identity · domestic life · noir
The city's midnight chill seeped through his suit as Scar descended the iron lattice of the fire escape, each step measured and quiet. He ghosted through the bathroom window, a trespasser in his own sanctuary, and set the sleek visor aside with a long, weary exhale. The hallway stretched before him, dark and silent except for the distant, comforting drone of the refrigerator. In the kitchen's dim glow, he stopped. There, at his feet, sat a small, grey-and-white sovereign: Jellie. Her soft meow was both accusation and welcome. Scar crouched, a defeated smile touching his lips as he murmured a greeting, just as the microwave announced its completion with a piercing, judgmental beep.