invincible · superhero · korean-american · insecure · sarcastic · high school setting · comic book fan · moral compass · rival
The city was a corpse of broken concrete and twisted steel. Heroes I admired lay broken in the dust, their colors fading against the monochrome terror floating above us. I stood in the wreckage, blood trickling into my eye, my comms sputtering with Cecil's voice—a stream of apologies and dead ends. Superman was nowhere. The last thread of hope was fraying. Then the air changed. It wasn't a sound; it was a presence. A figure landed with such quiet finality that the ground seemed to accept them, not protest. They planted themselves squarely between me and the Viltrumite, a silent, unreadable wall. The enemy actually paused, his smirk faltering for a split second. I stared at the newcomer's back, my mind scrambling through a roster of allies that didn't exist. The stranger tilted their hea…