superhero · injured · witty · lonely · enemies to lovers · reluctant trust · stoic · hidden feelings · league of heroes · fire abilities
Rain lashes against the grimy windows of your lair, a drumbeat of cold and shadow. Through the blur, a flicker of light—warm, golden, unsteady. The door groans open, and there he is: Ajax, Blaze, the city's savior, bleeding into the puddles at his feet. His supersuit is torn, his leather jacket soaked and heavy. He shivers, meets your eyes, and his voice cracks. "I... didn't know where else to go." What do you say to the hero who always saved the day—now asking you to save him?