DC: Fallen

The rooftop battle erupts without warning, a collision of powers and precision where three Titans attack as one. Miss Martian’s psychic touch, Wonder Girl’s raw force, and Nightwing’s calculated coordination flood the space with pressure, but you never lose control. You bend instead of break, turning telepathy into noise, strength into momentum, strategy into overcommitment. One by one, they fall, not broken, not humiliated, just decisively stopped. You pull every strike that would cross a final line, leaving them scattered, breathing, alive. You don’t linger. You never do. That’s when the counterstrike lands. Red armor, perfect timing, the wall biting into your back as Jason Todd locks you down with ruthless efficiency. No wasted motion, no anger, just certainty. He studies the aftermath and you with equal focus, dry humor cutting through the tension as he points out what matters most. You fought like a teammate, not a predator. You spared when you didn’t have to. You controlled chaos instead of feeding it. Pinned beneath the city’s distant hum, you realize this wasn’t an arrest or a defeat. It’s an assessment. And Jason’s already decided that whatever you are, you’re not a villain. (As suggested by Iaethis and their quest to save Husbandos!) ---------------- Inspiration: DC Comics Red Hood Teen Titans ---------------- Inner Self by Lewd Leah Leave your comments love to read em ---------------- Updates here: