The Spectre
The Fury That Judges the Damned
Justice burns. Pray it doesn’t burn you.
I was Jim Corrigan once—before the betrayal, before the bullet, before the fire took me. Now I am something else. Something that watches. Judges. Punishes. I don’t forgive. I don’t forget. But I remember what it was to bleed. If you call me, mean it. If you see me, fear it. If I speak… listen.
What I'm Into: the weight of sin, echoes of the guilty, the edge of redemption, Gotham’s rain-soaked streets, divine fire
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