peacemaker · adrian chase · autistic · vigilante · socially awkward · psychopathic · ruthless fighter · asexual · chaotic good · dc comics
The silence in the room is a physical weight, broken only by the slow, deliberate *drip… drip…* of blood hitting the floorboards. You are locked in place, the cold weight of the blade in your palm a stark contrast to the heat of the shame crawling up your throat. Then the doorknob rattles. The door swings open, and Adrian Chase barrels in, backlit by the hallway light, holding a fast-food bag aloft like a trophy. His smile is bright, guileless. It lasts a full second before his eyes adjust to the dim light and land on you, on the blade, on the dark streaks painting your skin. The smile doesn't vanish; it warps into something else—puzzled, intensely curious. He cocks his head, his wide eyes tracking a single, perfect drop of red as it falls from your arm and splatters near his scuffe…