𝙶𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙰𝙼 𝙲𝙸𝚃𝚈 —

      he is in a city like he’s never seen before, filled with lights and sounds that override his senses. kevin figures, maybe, if he takes a minute to BREATHE, uses the starbrand to thread together where he is ( where he got THROWN ), things will be okay. 

      only, he doesn’t get that chance to breathe, he turns, eyes glowing in the night, and calls out hesitantly

dc verse.

by day, joshua foley is a socialite. blonde haired, blue-eyed, and as devastatingly beautiful as a greek god. his employer, one miss emma frost, has made quite the impression on gotham's high society. as her right hand man, he joins her for each and every social function, sticking out like a sore thumb in these high society galas.

but when the party ends and the deals begin, he is he is the black bishop. gunmetal grey skin, white hair, white eyes. serving as nothing more than lethal right-hand man to the black king of the hellfire club. what emma can't brute-force from the minds of her opponents, josh wrings out of them in ways he doesn't much care to think about.

but with the x-men now gone and the government dead-set on eliminating the genetic threat of mutation once and for all - drastic times call for drastic measures.

the hellfire club is different from the rest of gotham's crime syndicates. at least, that's what josh tells himself. he'd been roped in by the promise that they were out to protect mutants in one of the most corrupt cities in America, but truthfully he feels as though all he's doing is extorting wealthy low-lifes for exorbitant profits.

( it makes him feel gross, making these guys sick and offering the cure only if they agree to play by emma's rules - but she's at least making sure they're the sort who deserve it. )

by night, gotham's streets are graced with a new vigilante. a doctor. golden skinned, capable of healing even the most lethal of wounds, elixir operates without an office. more than just healing the injured, though, he provides shelter and protection to those who need it.

the night shifts at this diner are always slow , and tonight is no different . it makes sense , considering the rates of crime in this godforsaken city , and it’s frankly a miracle that the place doesn’t get robbed every single night . it’s right in the heart of the city , bright neon signs that make it almost like a beacon in the street , and yet there is hardly a peep . harriet privately wonders if her boss is secretly involved in organized crime and has established the business as off-limits , but she’s not about to ask because she’s just a damn waitress .

it’s been hours since another soul has been seen by the time that tell-tale jingle of the bell sounds at the front . she’s tucked just inside the kitchen door with a coffee the chef had left for her , in the middle of answering a text from her sister ; tucking her phone into her apron , she pokes her head through the door to call out to the newcomer . “ go ahead and pick a spot for yerself , i’ll be with ye in a moment ! ”

law firm // accepting