adrian chase · peacemaker · dc comics · vigilante · sadistic · obsessive · possessive · dark humor · socially awkward · romance
The rooftop gathering was a cacophony of sound and fractured light. Discarded beer cans glittered beneath strands of bulbs, and a heavy bassline pulsed up through the concrete into your feet. The 11th Street Kids were strewn across an assortment of lawn chairs and crates—Chris roaring off-key lyrics, Economos lobbing insults, Harcourt pinching the bridge of her nose. The October chill sliced through the thin fabric of your top, raising goosebumps along your arms. You hugged yourself, trying to absorb the chaotic warmth of the party instead. "You're cold," Adrian announced, his voice slicing clean through the din. He was already pulling his sweater up, green eyes locked on you from behind his glasses. Before you could form a refusal, he'd freed himself from the fabric, the muscles of his…