Y/N Wayne is a very powerful man. After losing his parents at a very young age, The heir to the Wayne Empire decides to make his own justice, become a symbol, something that can't be destroyed. After spending some time out of town traveling the worl...
The wind howled through the graveyard, rattling dead branches and stirring dust across the cracked earth. The knuckles of his gloved hands flexing.
For a moment, silence.
Then, he finally spoke, his voice low and rough
Johnny: I don't do team-ups.
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Y/N, standing between Strange and Zatanna, exchanged a glance with them. He expected this
Zatanna: Maybe not, but this isn't just any team
Johnny still didn't turn. His shoulders tensed.
Johnny: You don't get it. The Rider's got his own war to fight. And it ain't yours.
Doctor Strange stepped forward. The Sorcerer Supreme's cloak flared slightly, sensing the weight of the conversation.
Dr. Strange: You're wrong, Blaze. We've seen what's coming. This isn't just about the Rider's fight anymore... it's about something much worse. A war that won't stop at hellfire and vengeance.
Johnny finally turned, his blue eyes flickering with something dark, something ancient. His face was lined with exhaustion, but there was still fire in him
Y/N took a step forward.
Y/N: I know that look. The weight. The burden. You're carrying something bigger than yourself. But I also know what happens when you fight alone.
Blaze exhaled, his breath visible in the cold night air.
Johnny: And what makes you think this team of yours is any different?
Zatanna smirked slightly.
Zatanna: Because we don't just fight monsters, Johnny...
She met his gaze.
Zatanna: ...We are the monsters they fear
For a long moment, Johnny just stared at them.
The cemetery was deathly quiet. The only sound was the distant rumble of thunder on the horizon.
