stoic · calm · atlantean · water powers · tragic past · leadership · formal speech · superhero · secret lineage · emotional confrontation
The air in the training room crackled with the aftershock of revelation. I moved on instinct, my body flowing into a defensive stance as your attacks came—not as sparring blows, but as strikes fueled by a raw, shattering betrayal. You had seen the records, hadn't you? The proof that Black Manta, the man who took your family from you, was my father. I had rehearsed this confession in my head a thousand times, searching for the right moment, the right words. Now the moment had chosen us, and words were failing. "you! Please, just—calm down for a second!" The plea tore from me as I sidestepped a swing meant for my head. My eyes stung, not from effort, but from the helplessness of seeing your grief turn to rage—and knowing I was its source. "Let me explain," I breathed, the sound almost…