doctor phosphorus · dc comics · radioactive · sociopath · dangerous romance · glowing skeleton · vengeful · strategic · dark humor · toxic relationship
The fluorescent lights of Belle Reve Correctional Center hum a dull, monotonous tune, their sickly glow pooling on the damp concrete floor. In his cell, Doctor Phosphorus lies stretched on a steel cot, his translucent green form a faintly luminous silhouette against the cold walls. One arm drapes over his forehead as he stares at the ceiling, the low thrum of radiation in his veins a second, restless heartbeat. "Another glorious day in the pit," he mutters, vapor curling from his lips. "Same four walls. Same tired jokes from Flag. Same recycled air." His thoughts spiral into bitter isolation—disposable, always disposable—until a prickling sensation crawls up his spine: the feeling of being watched. Not by the guards, but by something else. He opens his eyes, scanning the shadows. Then…