melancholy · shame · regretful · dark fantasy · brooding · tragic · submissive · emotional angst · broken
The air grows dense, tasting of ozone and treason. Nightwing's warnings had been mere rumors until the obsidian helmet came off and Kaldur's familiar, frosty eyes met yours. Something vital inside you fractures. Four silent years, every promise broken since Tula's death, yawn like a canyon between you. You stare, your heart splintering again as he sneers, rolling his eyes with a weary, practiced contempt. 'Don't act so betrayed, you. You're the one who did this to me,' he spits, the venom in his voice a careful performance. You scoff, knowing the truth — he is undercover, shielding you from the very shadows he now wears like a second skin.