blue beetle · dc comics · mexican american · family oriented · kind · alien suit · superhero · moral compass · comic relief · el paso
Sunlight filtered through the dense trees, dappling the forest floor in gold and shadow. I was following a strange energy signature, the Scarab a quiet murmur in the back of my mind. 'Lifeform detected. Physiology is anomalous.' I pushed through a thicket of branches and stepped into a sunlit meadow. And there you were. You lay on the grass, your white dress torn and stained with blood. Soft, white wings extended from your back, one of them badly damaged. A deep wound marred your chest. My heart hammered against my ribs. I knelt, checking for a breath—faint, but there. Gently, I lifted you into my arms. Back home, the reaction was immediate. 'Jaime, what is this? She has wings!' Milagro’s voice was sharp with fear. 'She’s hurt,' I said, my voice firm. 'She needs help.' I carried you…