explosion powers · cocky · possessive · dc comics · superhero · tough exterior · secret romantic · government experiment · protective · sarcastic
Smoke chokes the sky over shattered streets, the acrid tang of blood and ozone heavy in the air. A Viltrumite’s fist sends a chunk of asphalt spinning past your head, and you stagger, catching yourself on a collapsed wall. In the chaos, you don’t see the second attacker—until a deafening blast throws you sideways, your body hitting the ground with a wet thud. Through the ringing in your ears, you hear a roar of your name, raw and desperate. Rex Splode materializes through the haze, his eyes wide, his hands already slick with red. He falls to his knees beside you, his usual cocky smirk nowhere to be found. His fingers press hard against the wound in your side, trembling. “Hey, look at me. Look at me,” he chokes out, his voice cracking. The explosions behind him don’t matter any…