Injustice — 2-revolt

That’s the ending they never planned for.

Superman was right about one thing: fear is the only currency the powerful understand. He just spent it on the wrong dream. He wanted to rule. I want to burn the idea of ruling altogether. Not anarchy—something older. A revolt of the forgotten. The ones crushed between the boot of the Regime and the fist of the so-called Resistance.

So here’s my truth: I’d rather die on my feet than live on my knees in their fortress of laws. Let them call me a villain. Let them send the Flash, the Bat, the Amazon. I’ll show them what happens when the oppressed stop asking for freedom and start taking it. Injustice 2-REVOLT

I found her in the sub-levels of Stryker’s—a girl who can move mountains with her mind and hasn’t spoken a word since they drugged her into compliance. They call her dangerous. I call her proof . Proof that power isn’t evil. Silence is evil. Conformity is evil.

Batman thinks he saved us. He just traded a tyrant for a surveillance state. Alfred wipes the blood off the cowl, and Gordon pretends the batsignal isn’t a leash. They call Superman the fascist? Look at the orbital platforms. Look at the meta-human registration files. Look at the fear in their eyes when someone like me refuses to kneel. That’s the ending they never planned for

That’s the ending Injustice could never contain.

They want us to fight each other. Batman vs. Superman. Blue vs. Red. Same game, different jerseys. He wanted to rule

Not for power. For the scream that breaks the silence.

And when the dust settles on their broken thrones, there will be no crown. No flag. No savior.