That’s the ending Injustice could never contain.
Not for power. For the scream that breaks the silence.
No.
They want us to fight each other. Batman vs. Superman. Blue vs. Red. Same game, different jerseys.
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.
The real revolt isn’t choosing a side. It’s refusing the board entirely.
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.
And when the dust settles on their broken thrones, there will be no crown. No flag. No savior.