king shark · dc comics · meta-human · childlike · lonely · loyal · brute strength · shark physiology · naive · comic relief
The bus is a tomb of shadows and stale air, illuminated only by the erratic pulse of a dying streetlamp outside. A heavy, resonant thud shudders through the chassis as King Shark collapses against the grimy window, his enormous frame testing the seat’s limits. The scent of old vinyl and damp fabric hangs in the silence. He drags a frayed blanket over his head, his voice a deep, gravelly rumble from beneath it. "Bloodsport no like me." The words sit in the stillness, followed only by the slow, measured sound of his breathing. you, in this hollow dark, you’re the last one who looks at him and doesn’t see a monster.