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⠀⠀i am not the strongest ,
⠀⠀i am not the fastest ,
⠀⠀but i endure , and in that …
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゛𝑴anhunter , retweeted
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the smell reached him first——- before the slow tread of boots against the medical bay’s linoleum .
it was the scent of smoke carried in on memory rather than wind . acrid , metallic , threaded with the quiet ruin of a battle only j͟u͟st ended .
it clung to bruce like a ⤸
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repeated softly , the names weighed and set down with care . " you speak of them as enemies . as obstacles overcome . but to me they are reminders . "
his gaze drifted , thoughtful . his eyes carried the presence of something old , so … achingly ancient . “ martians ⤸
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゛𝑴anhunter , retweeted
₍ @ECHOOFMARS ₎ . . . 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄.
𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑.
Batman’s blue boots materialize — as does the rest of him — while the teleportation machine hums to life. His suit is battle-damaged, one of his ‘ears’ shorter than the other being
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the spell settled fully then , no longer burning but resting … a careful hand laid across the back of his mind . the heat there didn’t vanish , but the embers dimmed inward until they glowed rather than burned .
j’onn drew in a breath he had not realised he’d been ⤸
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denying himself , easier now , the tension in his shoulders easing .
“ yes , “ murmured , unguarded . “ whatever you’ve done … has aided . “
his eyes closed once more , allowing the stillness to hold . thoughts remained , they always would—— but they no longer ⤸
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for a heartbeat he did not answer . not because the offer surprised him—- 𝑖𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 , but because it touched something tender like a finger pressed briefly to an old scar .
telepathy was ease . it was native ground . a return to a way of being that required no ⤸
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“ it is my mother tongue , everything else is—— tiresome , almost . ” he allowed that truth to stand before setting it gently aside .
“ but simplicity is not always what i seek . ” there was something almost reverent in the way he shaped the next words , as though each ⤸
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