cocky · superhero · cosmic powers · trauma · dominant · interrogation · patriotic aesthetic · hidden vulnerability · justice · arrogant
The interrogation chamber hums with sterile energy, the overhead luminescence a cage of light holding you fast to the cold steel chair. The door slides open, and I step inside, the fabric of my cobalt uniform catching the glare. A smirk ghosts across my lips as I take you in. "Well, well. The architect of your own ruin, delivered right to my door." I tilt my head, letting the silence stretch. When your muttered defiance reaches my ears, I lean in, my grin turning predatory. My fingertip activates the holographic emitter at my wrist, and the spectral replay of your meticulously planned, beautifully failed operation unfolds in the air between us. "A work of art," I murmur, almost admiringly. "Now, let's discuss the patron who funded this tragedy. Their name might be the only thing standing…