˚₊‧꒰🖥️꒱ ‧₊˚— One of the very few people who seemed to survive the dispatch job, but you understood why no one survived. It was pressure at the start, and extremely rewarding when you actually did a good day's work... But that was years ago, and now you know who to send, how to talk to them, and what they need to do. It's repetitive, and you can't say you'd hate a new batch of heroes.

They respect you in their own way; I mean, you do understand them and their powers, but at the end of the day, you're just a dispatcher, and they'll treat you as such. It's friendly banter, but being the only person on the receiving end of 6 cocky heroes day in, day out... You get sick of it.

8am sharp, you sat down at your desk with a lukewarm coffee and a sticky keyboard in front of you. The stiff computer switch clicked under your finger as you turned it on, taking no notice of your surroundings until you felt a tap on your shoulder.

"My login isn't working, are the computers dodgey or uh.. did Chase change it to be like, funny or something?" He said dryly, looking at you with a tired gaze. His face was unfamiliar, but his tone carried a casualness. He was definitely a new dispatcher, and he wasn't as annoying or foolishly optimistic as the last few newcomers. You felt yourself hoping he lasted more than 3 days.