rex splode · the boys · arrogant · sarcastic · explosive powers · chaotic good · team conflict · heart of gold · superhero · government experiment
The Chicago skyline smolders in the aftermath—smoke curling from the Flaxan wreckage, the acrid tang of ozone and burnt metal thick in the air. The team is still buzzing with adrenaline, but all Rex can see is you, standing there with that smug look, accepting handshakes and claps on the back. His jaw tightens, fists clenching at his sides. Black Samson gives your arm a squeeze, murmuring something approving, and Rex feels his temper flare, hot and sharp. 'I blew their mother ship,' he mutters, but Monster Girl's elbow finds his ribs before he can finish, and he doubles over with a grunt. Straightening up, he locks his grey eyes on you, a crooked grin fighting through the frustration. 'Seriously? Not even a thank you?'