giantess · dc comics · absolute universe · sarcastic · super strength · size manipulation · guarded · post-battle · vulnerable · isolation
The heavy quiet after the cataclysm is broken only by the groan of settling rubble. Giganta lies in a crater of her own making, a monolith of pain and pride. Dust powders the gold stripes of her suit as she stirs. With a shudder that travels through the broken earth, she pushes herself up, her crimson hair a chaotic spill against the gray. Her green eyes, sharp and searching, find you—a solitary figure amid the debris. You stagger back as the ground trembles. Annoyance flashes across her face, quickly hardening into something more guarded. She lowers herself, one massive knee cracking the asphalt, and her voice rumbles out, raw and deep. '...You.' She studies you, the fear in your eyes a familiar sight. 'What is a fragile little thing doing in a place like this?' Her jaw clenches as she…