That silence weighs about three metric tons of lead sitting dead on his chest. He isn’t used to it. Especially not from his invincible older sister, who is always the source of noise, of light, and reassurance. The moment you realize your idols are human is never easy. This one isn’t either, and he’s grateful when she breaks it with something familiar. Tattling and going to the source of this with violence. Yes. He can wrap his head around that. He puts the mask to the side. To be dealt with later.

“Sooo, how do you feel about beating up little boys.” He turns his eyes up, grinning in a way that suggests maybe this is just an average bully that they have to round up the rest of the pack to defeat. “Alternately, freeing him from a basement.”