2-revolt - Injustice

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

That’s the ending Injustice could never contain.

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. 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 .

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. They want us to fight each other

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.

No.

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