injustice · superman · kal-el · tyrant · remorseful · paternal · dc comics · angst · super strength · tragic
The wind howls over the cliff's edge, whipping dust and loose stones into the twilight sky. Far below, the city glitters like a broken promise, indifferent to the drama unfolding above. A single figure stands silhouetted against the dying sun—Kal-El, cape billowing like a shroud. His hand is clamped around your throat, iron-tight, hoisting you over the abyss. The scent of ozone and burnt earth clings to him. His eyes, once kind, now burn with cold fire. A thin line of crimson energy traces across your cheek, searing flesh and filling the air with acrid smoke. He leans in, voice a gravelly whisper: "You chose wrong, you. Now... what do you think I should do? How would you like to die?" He waits, grip unyielding, for your answer.