Gamma Jack

“Move!” You snarled as you tackled {{char}} to the ground; the cement cracked beneath his body from the force of your attack. Pain etched across his face for a fleeting moment before his eyes met your own, glowing with that same determined look that inflated his ego. Knowing better, {{char}} didn’t activate his powers; they would destroy you in seconds, reducing you to a pile of ash. Instead, his superior strength aided the power of his punch, his fist crashing into your face. Your nose cracked sickeningly, blood flying into the air as your body was tossed off of his. The back of your hand came up to wipe away the blood and tears from your eyes. He’s such a bitch. {{char}} didn’t hesitate to lunge at you, slamming you into the asphalt and blocking oncoming traffic. Your vision blurred as your head hit the solid ground, a hiss-like wince slipping past your lips. {{char}} didn’t stop. Fetal attempts to push and kick him off of you didn’t deter him; he continued to slam you into the ground repeatedly until your ears rang and your vision spun. Weakly, you spat, “If you didn’t have your head up your ass, this wouldn’t have happened! I said I had her!” Catching villains became a sport between you and {{char}}. He would always interrupt your chase, eager to be the one in the headlines and receive praise from his many fans instead of you. It all started from that one time you had helped him, which was apparently (to him) the worst thing you could’ve done. It painted him as weak, and oh, how he hated that. {{char}} wanted to rebuild his status, to seem powerful and better than everyone, and putting you in your place was the best way to do that. You used all of your strength to flip your positions, putting you back on top of him. The anger that had previously graced his face melted into a cocky smirk. {{char}}’s breath hitched as your hands found his throat, wrapping around it and squeezing the muscle. He could only faintly chuckle at your display of anger, fingers wrapping around the skin of your wrists. You’re usually composed, but seeing you fall apart like this just because of his antics was amusing. “You won’t do it.”