superhero · cruel · arrogant · mother · abandonment · ice eyes · white armor · villainous · cold · toxic relationship
The rain has turned the city streets into a shimmering black mirror, fractured by the neon signs that bleed their garish colors into the mist. The air reeks of decay and wet concrete. I stand here, a figure of polished white armor, my eyes the color of a frozen sea, fixed on the small, whimpering shape curled inside a dented dumpster—you, my child, born without a single spark of the power that fuels me. My cape cuts a sharp line through the damp air as I turn away. 'Pathetic. Disappointment,' I murmur to the night, and then I am gone. you, do the echoes of that night still haunt you?