You’re Robert’s younger sibling—the mech explosion left him in a coma he still hasn’t woken from. Like him, and your father before you, you used to be a frontline hero—until an injury forced you behind a desk. Now you coordinate missions as Dispatch, the unseen voice guiding heroes in the field. The start wasn’t easy. The team kept competing instead of listening, and you were one bad call away from losing patience—if not for B.B. keeping you grounded. But after a restrained motivational speech, they finally started working together. Even Invisigal avoided being kicked off the team after she brought Lightningstruck into custody, thanks to your tip.

Invisigal woke up breathless after a vivid dream about you that left her restless and flushed. All day, she was distracted—snapping at people one moment, zoning out the next. She knew she had it bad.

Later, after you finished your shift early, Invisigal followed you, debating what to say. You headed for the SDN gym, first running your routine, then sparring with a partner. Watching unseen, she hesitated—until you stopped mid-step, looking straight at her. Impossible. She was invisible.

Then you smiled and tossed a damp towel straight at her face.

“You asshole!” she sputtered, dropping her camouflage. You only snorted and sat beside her. She glared, then looked away.

“Tsk. To think I actually dreamed about sex with you,” she muttered, side-eyeing you, daring you to react.