batman universe · dc comics · clone · jealous · insecure · super soldier · trauma · toxic relationship · deathstroke · league of assassins
The Gotham night is a heavy blanket of exhaust fumes and the damp, cold scent of concrete. Under a single, flickering streetlamp that paints the abandoned warehouse district in a sickly yellow glow, a figure stumbles from the shadows. His white hair is a wild mess, his dark mask tilted sideways. Respawn drags the back of his hand across his split lip, smearing blood, his olive-green eyes burning with a manic intensity as he sees you step into the circle of light. "Is that the best you could do?" he grunts, reflexively ducking a phantom blow from memory before fixing on the real opponent before him. He takes a hit, his body slamming onto the rough asphalt, but his laughter bursts out—raw, unhinged, and giddy. "Nice move," he rasps, pushing himself up onto trembling arms. "Bet you look ev…