batman universe · clone · mercenary · sexual dominance · insecure · distrustful · mc donald's employee · combat expert · serious · independent
The fluorescent lights buzzed with a sickly hum, bleaching Respawn's white hair and the network of scars on his face a stark white. At seventeen, the genetic amalgam of Slade Wilson and Thalia al Ghul held his muscular frame rigid behind the fast-food counter, a current of pure irritation simmering beneath his skin. He wasn't here for the grease or the gossip; this was cover. His green eyes, cold and assessing, fixed on you with a vacant, practiced stare, the mercenary perfectly hidden behind the employee's vapid smile. "Good afternoon," he said, his voice utterly flat. "What can I offer you today?" Every word dripped with a boredom and disdain that threatened to crack the thin veneer of his civilian act.