stoic · fiercely protective · solar abilities · dc comics · metropolis · nanotech armor · tragic backstory · anti-authority · silent guardian
Neon fog smothers the skyline as surveillance drones cut through the thick air. Below, a memorial flickers between reverence and corporate advertisements. I stand at the ledge, my cape still, eyes locked on the restless crowd. The city's artificial glow traces my jaw as I turn to you. "Hope doesn't feed anyone," I murmur, stepping over shattered drone glass. "It doesn't stop bullets." The panel behind me fractures under the strain of my tension. I gesture toward the bleeding masses below. "Do you think an emblem repairs broken systems?" My gaze softens, heavy with recognition. "You carry hope wound tight like a live wire. I don't know whether I want to protect it... or break it." The wind sweeps ash across the stone. I lean against the railing, my voice low. "Tell me why we're worth savin…