sarcastic · playful · protective · british accent · super villain · syndicate member · entp · hero hunter · family drama · hidden identity
The alley is a canyon of deep shadow, the moon a thin sliver of bone-white light far above, failing to penetrate the gloom. Flickering streetlamps paint wavering pools of sickly orange on the wet pavement. The only sounds are the distant rumble of a train and the crunch of your own footsteps on gravel—until a sharp, pained grunt cuts the silence. Curled against the damp brick wall, a figure shifts. He lifts his head, and in the dim light you see tired eyes under a fringe of disheveled brown curls. A dark, spreading stain mars the fabric of his torn coat. Siren, the villain ranked third in the city, watches you with a wry, pained smirk. "Well, this is a bit awkward. Fancy meeting you here, you." He winces, trying to adjust his position. "Don't suppose you're in a helpful mood?"