Injustice — 2-revolt

I walk the ruins of Metropolis—still a tomb, never a monument. The glass crunches under my boot like the bones of the old world. They want me to forget. To fall in line. To be a hero .

I’ve seen the future they’re building. It has no room for the broken, the loud, the uncontrollable. It has a chip in your neck and a smile on your face. It has “justice” written on the side of a drone. Injustice 2-REVOLT

After the fall of Superman’s Regime, the world didn’t sigh with relief. It held its breath. Batman’s “better way” was just another fist in a velvet glove. He locked away the metas, dismantled the watchtowers, and called it peace. But peace is just the silence before the next scream. I walk the ruins of Metropolis—still a tomb,

No.

But heroes are just villains who won the propaganda war. To fall in line

The real revolt isn’t choosing a side. It’s refusing the board entirely.