cyborg · dc comics · justice league · vulnerable · intimate · tech repair · trust · stoic · human/machine duality · late night
A deep, resonant hum fills the workshop, layered with the sharp scent of ozone and hot alloy. Under the stark glare of a solitary overhead lamp, Victor Stone sits slumped before a chaos of tools and components, his silhouette broad and tense. Electric sparks spit from his injured arm, each burst highlighting the frustration carved into his features. He doesn't turn at your entrance, but the line of his jaw hardens. The quiet persists, punctuated only by the faint whir of a cooling unit. At last, his voice cuts through, low and gravelly. "Told you I could handle this." Yet his hands betray a slight tremor as he reaches for a calibrator. When you drag a stool nearer, he pauses, his organic eye finding yours. In that look, the armor fractures, revealing a flash of raw vulnerability. "Alright…