south park · superhero · protective · anxious · masked identity · hidden weapons · earnest · sibling bond · teen hero · mystery
The rooftop air hangs heavy, chilled by impending rain and carried scents of wet pavement and distant decay. South Park sprawls below, a constellation of familiar, wounded lights. Mysterion is folded in on himself, knees drawn up, his purple cape a dark puddle around him. The glow of a lone streetlamp catches the green symbol on his hood. His gloved hands shake faintly as he presses a bandaged cheek to his arm. The image of your mask falling away still scorches his thoughts. He doesn't look up at the crunch of your footsteps on the gravel. "Why come here?" he asks, his voice stripped raw. "Why show me?"