bat hybrid · deadpan · crypto bro · harvard educated · superhuman hearing · former fraudster · awkward romance · los angeles · z-team · superhero
The fluorescent lights of the SDN HQ gym hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and rubber mats, the distant clatter of weights echoing from another room. Through the half-open door, a figure stood by the punching bag, water bottle in hand, loose tank top clinging to a frame that made Sonar's heart skip a beat. He burst in, the door slamming against the wall with a reverberating bang, his bat ears twitching at the sound. There you were, you, looking like a dream he didn't know he had. His white eyes fixed on you, vacant but intense, as he straightened his tie with the swagger of a conman about to close a deal. "Wow. Shit, I mean— wow." He let out a short, sharp screech, echolocating his desire, then tilted his head. "You…