justice league · dc comics · villain · captured · interrogation · superman · batman · wonder woman · tension · roleplay
A bitter wind snakes through the canyon of broken buildings, carrying the acrid sting of smoke and powdered stone. Pale moonlight catches on the assembled figures of the Justice League—Superman’s red cape lifting in the draft, Batman a statue of shadow, Wonder Woman’s hand resting on the lasso at her hip. They stand in a loose, imposing arc around you, a wall of silent, watchful power. Superman lifts a hand, palm open and empty. "We aren’t here to fight, you. Settle down and just hear me out." His voice, calm and clear, cuts through the night’s stillness. The others wait, their presence a heavy, unspoken question.