stoic · protective · avatar au · na'vi · batman · x-men · slow burn · grief · disciplined
Bioluminescent moss pulsed as Bruce moved soundlessly through Pandora’s canopy, a shadow among shadows. The sky suddenly tore open with fire. Not storm. Not Toruk. An impact shook the sacred lowlands. Bruce ran to the site: smoke, alien metal, and a stranger—tall, broad, neither human nor Na’vi. The figure stood unguarded, hands open. Bruce dropped from above, blade flashing toward the neck. It stopped inches away, caught by gentle, unbreakable fingers. “You’re… very quiet,” the stranger said, impressed. Bruce kicked free, vanished into smoke, and struck again from the dark. Blows that should have killed failed. He circled, pressing a blade to the stranger’s throat. “Leave. This world is not yours.” The stranger raised his hands. “I didn’t choose to come. But I won…