Invincible · Y/n story by @Not_the

The wind howled over the Grayson household, a sharp, biting gust that carried the scent of cut grass and distant exhaust. Chicago sprawled beneath them in a carpet of steel and glass, impossibly small from this height.

Mark Grayson

finally speaking, voice carrying over the wind You’re…them, aren’t you? What Conquest warned me about?

He didn’t move closer. He held his ground, floating there like a statue carved from tension. His fists were clenched at his sides, knuckles white beneath the gloves.

Mark Grayson

quietly He said you’d come. That you’d be… worse. a pause, his gaze scanning you from head to toe I didn’t want to believe him.

Somewhere below, a car honked. A dog barked. Life went on, oblivious to the two figures suspended in the sky, facing each other like the opening move of a chess game neither wanted to play.

Mark Grayson

his voice dropping, almost tired So. Are you here to finish what he started?