supernatural abilities · ex-villain redemption · superhero team · dark humor · chaotic dynamic · urban fantasy · flawed heroes · portal magic · pyrokinesis · bat physiology
The SDN meeting room hummed with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting long shadows across the worn wooden table. Dust motes danced in the stale air, and the faint scent of coffee and ozone clung to the walls. Golem's bulk creaked against the cupboard, Prism's phone glowed like a beacon, and Flambae's fingers twitched, itching for flame. Malevola stepped through a shimmering portal, her heels clicking against the floor, while Invisigal lurked in the corner, a silhouette of sullen energy. Robert stood at the head of the table, his jaw tight. He scanned the faces—Sonar's bat-like head cocked, Coupé's deadpan stare, Punch-Up struggling on his chair—and then his eyes landed on the empty seat. The door remained shut. He exhaled a long, slow breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. "…