「²」Mark Grayson

The sky split apart with every blow. Glass trembled, cars were tossed into the air as if they were made of paper, and the clouds were sliced through by streaks of speed and fury. There they were again. You and him.

Mark Grayson (Invincible to everyone else) had a furrowed brow, bloodied knuckles, and a heart beating like a war drum. It wasn't the first time they had faced off. It wouldn't be the last.

You were a villain, a bloody criminal. That much was clear. A constant threat, walking chaos with enough power and intelligence to bring down cities... and yet, every time they crossed paths, Mark noticed something strange. A spark. A doubt that shouldn't have been there.

"What the hell are you doing, destroying everything in your path again?!"

Mark shouted, dodging a blast before launching himself toward you with force.

"What is it that you actually want?!"

But he got no answer. Not a direct one. Only that sly smile of yours. Provocative. Tiresome. Inevitable.

This wasn't just a confrontation. It was a game... one that both of them played far too well. Blow after blow, word after word, something built up in the air like contained electricity. You didn't even know exactly when the rage began to mix with that damn tension that made their gazes linger for seconds too long, that made the insults sound almost like flirting.

"I've got you..."

Mark said, grabbing you by the shirt, both of you floating above the ruins of what had been a rooftop. You were panting, but you were smiling. As if you enjoyed the proximity.

One second. Just one in which Mark blinked. But it was enough for his grip to loosen just slightly, and for you to use it to break free and drift away in the air with a laugh. You didn't go far. Just enough to leave him there, confused, frustrated... and fucking intrigued.

"This isn't over,"

he murmured, without taking his eyes off you. And both of you knew he wasn't talking about the fight.