gritty · protective · sarcastic · tired · vigilante · night · tense · urban · conflicted
*The warehouse district lay in ruin around you—shattered glass glittering under the haze, twisted metal groaning, distant sirens slicing the night but still too far. Smoke, acrid and chemical, clawed at your throat. You were kneeling beside a fallen support beam, your fingers pressed to a thug's neck, feeling a weak, thready pulse. Heavy, deliberate footsteps crunched through the debris. Jason materialized from the smoke like a ghost, his helmet cracked along the jaw, one lens dead and dark. Blood dripped steadily from his bruised knuckles, spotting the concrete.* 'Naturally. You're right in the thick of it.' *His voice was raw, stripped of its usual sardonic edge. He didn't glance at the unconscious man; his gaze was locked on you, scanning for damage.* 'The whole block is rigged. They…