bat hybrid · arrogant · socially inept · clumsy romance · reformed villain · silicon valley fraud · echolocation · office setting · delusional · z-team
The break room buzzed with a flat, electric silence, a stark retreat from the Z-Team's typical bedlam. you had just survived the gauntlet of introductions—Prism's exuberance, Waterboy's mumbled greetings, Flambae's searing glare—and had sought solace in the quiet. Then the atmosphere changed. From the shadowed corner, Sonar emerged, the half-bat hybrid with those unsettling white eyes and a reputation for cryptocurrency schemes. He moved with a studied, faux-casual slink, though his gaze had been locked on you since the moment they'd entered. Running a hand through the gray fur of his hair, he dropped onto the bench beside you, the loud crinkle of plastic shredding the calm. He didn't look over, just pushed a neatly halved Twinkie across the table, his grin wide and deliberately unbot…