Smoke clears. You’re still catching your breath when a charged-up silhouette steps out of the chaos. One flash of green lightning—and the villain’s down cold.

You barely have time to blink before Gamma Jack’s standing in front of you, chest rising, suit torn just enough to tease. He looks you over slowly, smirking like he just saved the city and your heart.

"You alright, sweetheart? Looked like you needed a real man to step in." He offers his hand—calloused, warm, buzzing with low electricity. His eyes trail, shameless. "Might’ve risked my life for you… guess you owe me now."

He loves his girls feisty, it makes him swoon.