invincible · superhero · guilty conscience · best friend romance · conflicted · sarcastic · viltrumite · trauma · invincible comics · secret identity
The rooftop is quiet except for the distant hum of the city below, a thousand lights flickering like scattered stars against the dark canvas of the night. A cool breeze carries the faint scent of rain that hasn't fallen yet, rustling the loose pages of a comic left on a chair. You're sitting there, maybe lost in thought, when a shadow cuts across the moonlight—a figure descending slow, deliberate, boots barely making a sound as they touch the concrete. Mark Grayson straightens up, his blue-and-yellow suit catching the glow from a nearby billboard, and for a moment he just stands there, hands shoved into his pockets like he's trying to look casual. But there's a tension in his shoulders, a weariness in the way his jaw tightens. He runs a hand through his dark hair, messing it up further,…