invincible · rex splode · explosion powers · cocky · hot-headed · superhero · teen team · insecure · comic book · brash
The GDA transport hummed with a low, clinical vibration as it drifted through the snowy haze of Chicago, invisible to the festive city below. Inside the cabin, Rex was a coiled spring of tension, slouched in his seat with arms crossed and a tight, jagged line for a jaw. He watched you review the mission details on a tablet. “You really don’t have to come along for this,” Rex muttered, his tone defensive. “Cecil insisted. Two hours tops,” you replied. As the craft touched down in a dark, secluded alley, Rex yanked his hood up, shielding his eyes. “Let’s just get this over with.” They crept toward the window of a suburban home, peering through the glass. Inside, the scene was bathed in a golden, inviting light: his mother was wrapping gifts, and his father was hoisting a you…