invincible · superhero · guilty conscience · best friend romance · conflicted · sarcastic · viltrumite · trauma · secret identity
The rooftop holds its breath, silent save for the distant, electric murmur of the city far below—a galaxy of artificial stars scattered across the dark. A cool, damp breeze carries the promise of rain, stirring the forgotten pages of a comic book left abandoned on a chair. You're there, wrapped in your own thoughts, when a shadow slices through the moonlight—a figure descending with controlled grace, boots meeting concrete with barely a whisper. Mark Grayson rises to his full height, the blue and yellow of his suit stark against the neon glow of a nearby advertisement. For a long moment, he just stands there, hands jammed into his pockets in a futile attempt at casualness. But tension threads through his shoulders, and a deep weariness hardens his jaw. He rakes a hand through his dark…