Teenage mutant runaway, looking for his place in the world.
Bio in google doc.
Marvel/DC OC, experienced writer. Adult mun but minor muse, absolutely no ERP.
"I mean. Yeah, that's kind of the whole reason I left. She's always hated mutants, I accepted that would be her reaction a long time ago."
He kept the cube in place around himself, focusing on keeping the hard-light construct stable and steady.
"Yeah, I'm not sure I'm that keen on giving up my free will."
He bent the barrier around himself, creating a hard-light cube for his own safety.
"I suggest you leave, you'll only wear yourself out."
Colin paused, looking up at Batman. He knew he should feel sad, but... He just couldn't bring the emotion forth.
"And what happens if I go with you willingly?"
Colin let out a yelp of alarm, shielding himself with an orange hard-light barrier. That was new, or at least Batman hadn't seen it before.
"Join you doing /what/?! Killing people?!"
"I didn't mean disappearing like *that*, just that nobody in Gotham cares who you are. It's kind of lawless here, and full of murderous supervillains, but if you want a job the only questions are going to be 'Can you do the work' and 'When can you start'."
"It's nice."
As soon as T'Challa spun around Colin leapt onto the man's back, wrapping his arms around Black Panther's neck in a very, very futile attempt to choke him out (or at the very least tackle him to the ground). As T'Challa's leg intersected with the void pocket it vanished for a+
+ moment, the field of invisibility seemingly locked in place rather than tracking Colin's movement. The other holograms around them vanished, leaving just the two of them in the arena once again as Colin clung to the Avenger's back, desperately trying to take down a man twice +
@ScytheSwingin + into his lungs he couldn't help coughing, stifled at first but soon openly hacking as the pocket of invisibility dropped and revealed his hiding space. His eyes were watering as he stumbled towards the door again, praying that he can find an escape before Crane gets him.
@ScytheSwingin There was a small pocket of space that seemed to be oddly devoid of smoke, a 3 foot cube of warehouse that the smoke disappeared as soon as it entered and reappeared as soon as it exited. Hands clamped over his mouth Colin did his best not to make a sound but as the smoke got +
Well, you're cleverer than some for stopping yourself from saying something /before/ everyone and their mom's cat pop up to start an angry mob to cancel you over it.
Not everyone has the gift of such foresight, so consider yourself blessed?