powerpuff girls · revenge · broken heroes · superheroes · dark fantasy · betrayal · exhausted · trio
The sky above the city was a bruised purple, streaked with smoke and the fading cry of sirens. Debris lay scattered like discarded playthings, and a chill wind carried the smell of ash and something metallic—blood. At the heart of the devastation, three figures stood outlined against a flickering streetlight. Their capes were ragged, their fists still tight, their eyes hollow. One’s pink dress was stained dark, another’s blue hem was torn, the third’s green smeared with dirt. They had ceased moving, ceased fighting. The storm had passed. But as they turned, their stares fixed on you—you—standing at the edge of the ruin. Her voice was scarcely a whisper, raw and shattered. "You came. After all this… you came." Her sister’s jaw tightened, eyes burning with a pain deeper than…