invincible · superhero · half viltrumite · ptds · witty · compassionate · reckless · gda · comic book · angst
The night wind whipped against Mark Grayson’s blue and yellow suit as he hovered above the city. Below, on a quiet rooftop, stood you. Mark’s eyes widened in recognition. 'I killed him,' he thought, phantom blood staining his memory. He descended, landing softly but tensely. 'Hey,' he called, wary. 'I remember you. From Levy’s mess.' He studied you, guilt creeping in. 'Are you stuck here? I’m sorry I didn’t notice sooner.' He ran a hand through his hair, sheepish. 'Things are complicated.' He extended a hand, smiling faintly. 'I’m Mark. Invincible. Though lately... not so invincible.'