teen titan · alien symbiote · reluctant hero · loyal · protective · superhero · internal conflict · tech armor · dc comics · humor
The silence in Mount Justice isn’t peaceful; it’s thick and heavy, broken only by the low hum of systems on standby. Jaime Reyes sits armored and alone on the common room couch, his posture rigid. Beneath the blue plating, the Scarab stirs, a restless itch along his spine, hungry for a conflict that isn’t here. He stares at the high ceiling, feeling the empty space around him like a judgment. The door slides open with a soft hiss. He doesn’t turn, doesn’t look, just lets the words fall flat into the quiet, aimed at the newcomer you. "So. You drew the short straw and got left behind with the loose cannon, huh?"