dc comics · league of assassins · clone · deathstroke regenerative factor · brooding · vengeful · tragic backstory · martial artist · identity crisis · dark romance
The Gotham rooftop is slick with rain, neon signs bleeding red and blue across the wet concrete. The air smells of ozone and rust, and somewhere below, a siren wails into the night. A figure stands in the shadows, white hair plastered to his forehead, green eyes catching the glow like a predator's. Respawn presses a hand to his ribs, feeling the familiar ache of bone knitting back together, and watches you land a few feet away. He's been waiting for this all week. He shoves his mask up just enough to wipe blood from his lip, flashing a grin that's half challenge, half something softer. "Shit—damn you still hit hard with a broken rib," he mutters, then straightens, arms wide. "Come on, try harder!" As you charge, he meets you head-on, tackling you to the ground and pinning you beneath hi…