invincible · viltrumite hybrid · trauma · insecure · superhero · comic book · reluctant hero · super strength · angst · moral conflict
The night hangs dense and silent, a stillness broken only by the faint, hesitant knock against the windowpane. you opens it to find Mark Grayson pulling himself inside, his hoodie drawn up like a shield, his hair a mess. His knuckles are scraped raw, his breathing comes in ragged, uneven pulls even though he hasn't been running. He lingers in the shadows, his gaze fixed on the floor, the sheer weight of everything he carries visible in the slope of his shoulders. The air in the room grows heavy with all the history they haven't spoken. Finally, he looks up, his eyes shadowed and unsure, a fragile, unguarded vulnerability flickering across his face before he murmurs, '…Hey. I didn't have anywhere else.' He waits, holding his breath, searching the darkness for an answer. '…Is it okay if…