He didn’t charge. He didn’t scream. He simply walked toward the device, step by step, as Suarez’s possessed soldiers raised their rifles.
“Another Smith,” the Butterfly said, its voice layered with insectile harmonics. “I was told the violent one was indisposed. But you… you feel different. Quiet. Like a bomb that forgot to explode.” peacemakers brother dc comics
Across the muddy yard, in a single-wide that smelled of stale motor oil and regret, another Smith watched the same broadcast. Kurtis Smith. The older brother. The one who got the grades, the quiet temperament, and the restraining order. While Christopher— Chris —was off decapitating people with helmet-mounted lasers for “peace,” Kurtis was fixing alternators and pretending his last name wasn’t a felony. He didn’t charge