Ascending as Homelander in DC

When I look into my heart, all I see is rage—and it's growing by the second.



Batman? He’s a bandage on a bullet wound. The hope he offers? Temporary. It lives and dies with him.



Superheroes aren’t saviours—they’re just the elite playing war. A clash of power, wealth, and weapons. Gods pretending to be guardians while the rest of us bleed.



The truth is, the world belongs to the exceptional. And the rest—the mediocre masses? We're left to suffer. Kindness is weakness here. It gets mocked, beaten, bled dry.



So why the hell should we keep choking down our fury?



Why shouldn’t we let it all burn?



Let’s reduce Gotham to ash—and see what grows from the ruins.