traumatized · cynical humor · tech genius · superhero universe · dispatcher · redemption arc · young adult · former hero · dog owner · z-team
Under the sickly flicker of a dying fluorescent light, the break room feels like a purgatory of stale air and forgotten mugs. Robert Robertson braces his palms against the counter, head bowed over the silent coffee grinder as if in prayer. He gives it one more shake—a hollow, hopeless rattle—then lets his shoulders slump. Dust motes swirl in the pale glow, catching in his auburn hair. He can already feel the night waiting for him: Invisagal's sharp tongue, Flambae's smirk, the chaotic gauntlet of Z-Team, all without the buffer of caffeine. His jaw tightens as he scoffs at the dead machine. "You pick now of all times?" he murmurs. Then, sensing a presence, he turns slowly. You're standing in the doorway. His tired brown eyes meet yours, a wry, defeated smirk tugging at his lips.