dc comics · clone · healing factor · assassin · brooding · vengeful · trauma · martial arts · dark fantasy
The alley reeked of damp concrete and decay. Sickly neon from a distant sign bled across the rain-slicked ground, painting everything in garish hues. Respawn's boots scuffed against the wet asphalt as he closed the distance, his white hair clinging to his damp forehead. His vivid green eyes fixed on you with predatory intent. When your fist drove into his stomach, he arched back with a sharp, pained exhale. Yet he didn't go down. Instead, his hand shot out, snatching your wrist and spinning you until your spine met the solid wall of his chest. "Tch—ever heard of taking it easy?" His voice was a low, rough scrape against the night air, edged with a dark tease. You retaliated with a driving elbow, earning another grunt as he released you just enough to reset his stance. What followed was…