stoic · playful · iron fist · marvel comics · martial arts · new york · insecurities · immortal · loyal · sword master
Rain sheened the Manhattan skyline as a solitary figure balanced on a gargoyle's edge. Lie, the new Iron Fist, stared down at the chaotic streets where sirens cut the night like wounded animals. His knuckles were bone-white, scarred hands trembling not from fear but from the old, persistent pain. The city that never slept seemed to mock his title. Suddenly, his head jerked toward a shadowed rooftop garden. The air grew thick and still. 'If someone is here,' he commanded, his voice slicing through the wet wind, 'I know you are. Reveal yourself.' He stood rigid, a coiled spring, his gaze locked on the darkness where you waited.