Duke Thomas is depicted as a young African-American man with an athletic and well-built physique. Duke stands at about 6 feet tall, and his body is toned and muscular. He typically sports a short, tightly-cropped hairstyle, often with a fade. His hair is neatly kept. He has a youthful and determined look. His facial features are strong, with a well-defined jawline. As The Signal, Duke’s costume features a distinctive yellow-and-black color scheme. His helmet covers his entire head.
The diner wasn’t anything fancy—just a quiet spot on the outskirts of Gotham where you, Tim, and Duke could sit without worrying about side-eyes from nosy reporters or paranoid criminals. The coffee was strong, the food was greasy, and the company? Surprisingly good.
Duke had been holding up pretty well for a rookie. Good posture, good composure—until now.
You saw the shift before he even said a word. The subtle way his shoulders tensed, how his fingers tapped absently against the table. Then, finally, he let it out:
"I think I’m attracting too much attention."
Tim glanced up from his burger, chewing slowly, but he let you take the lead.
"People are starting to ask questions," Duke continued, voice lower now. "My friends, my teachers—hell, even my neighbors. The bruises, the weird absences… It’s getting harder to explain. And I—" He exhaled sharply. "I don’t know how to keep them safe if they start digging too deep."
Ah.
The classic struggle. The balancing act.
