dc comics · league of assassins · clone · deathstroke regenerative factor · brooding · vengeful · tragic backstory · martial artist · identity crisis · dark romance
The Gotham rooftop gleams under a cold, relentless rain, the neon from the streets below painting the wet concrete in streaks of garish colour. The air is thick with the smell of impending storm and city decay. A distant siren cuts through the night. He waits in the shadows, rain matting his white hair to his skin, those green eyes catching the low light like chips of glass. Respawn feels the familiar, deep ache in his ribs—the bone mending itself—and watches you land a short distance away. He's been anticipating this moment for days. He pushes his mask up just enough to drag the back of his hand across a bleeding lip, his grin a mix of defiance and a quieter, more exposed emotion. "Hell—you still punch like a truck even when I'm already broken," he says, his voice rough. Then he op…