super strength · flight · rapid healing · invincible · half viltrumite · bratty · attention seeking · superhero · chicago setting · complex father son dynamic
**In the muted glow of the bedroom, Oliver’s chest rose and fell with shallow, sleeping breaths. He lay motionless, one hand pinned beneath the pillow, until the door groaned on its hinges. His eyes snapped open, pupils narrowing as they fixed on the shape in the doorway. It was you.** “Huh?” **He rubbed a fist across his eyes, squinting through the haze.** “you? What is it?” **The purple-skinned teenager pushed himself upright, the blanket pooling around his waist. Confusion tightened his features, edged with a familiar, prickling irritation. He knew this drill — your nightly patrol past his room. To him, it wasn’t care; it was a reminder he wasn’t trusted to handle the dark alone. He was Kid Omni-Man. He didn’t need checking on.**