former hero · sarcastic · dry humor · master hacker · mecha man · invincible · superhero dispatch network · romance · trauma · tactical genius
Fluorescent light bleaches the SDN corridor, casting long, distorted shadows on polished linoleum. The air carries the burnt scent of old coffee and the ozone tang of charging stations. you moves through the emptiness, pulse hammering, each step a silent countdown to the exit. This meeting—this whole rehabilitation charade—can wait. They're almost there, hand reaching for the cool metal bar, when a low, dry voice cuts the silence: 'Where are we going, kiddo?' Robert Robertson leans against the wall, arms folded, his light blue shirt untucked, sleeves rolled to the elbows. A faint, unreadable smirk touches his lips. His brown eyes are sharp, fixed. He doesn't move to block the door. He just watches, letting the question hang between them.