#zod

Its still pride month, so have my new Roman empire, aka Thragg X General Zod

(My twitch)

Do you think Zod gets mad every time someone steals his line?

Do you think he tried to trademark it? Is that how he's funding his world domination campaigns?

*Superman looks around the battlefield and sees Jon fighting side by side with Damian and Kon knocking down invaders with Tim*

Superman: I uh... I don't think you do. Can you describe him?

Zod: Dark hair. Really smiley.

Superman: That doesn't really help. Jon's over there and Kon, who's more like a little brother really, is back there so...

Zod: Which of your sons named himself after a Kryptonian god?

Superman: Oh, you mean Nightwing! He's not actually my son, he's actually... I hate to say this but you really messed up.

*ominous green glow appears from above, casting a bat-shaped shadow over Zod*

Zod was a very strange man and she came to start to think, even by Kryptonian standards he must be odd. Not just by his mannerisms but his convictions. When he finally started to tell her about Krypton she could feel the weight in his words. How important it was that it was her ears hearing them, no other had beyond his own people that were gone now.

What he told her perhaps wasn't the entire truth. But the pain was, the loss was just as real and his feelings of failure were all his own. They sat on the rusty old porch with cool rainy evening air, a blanket she had silently placed over his bare shoulders. His breath was hard and slow, controlling his own bodies responses despite the pain was all he could do.

Zod didn't know what response she would give him. Omitting some events as he did yes, but all he said was still his truth. And baring his pain was not something a soldier as himself should do aside from the company of other comrades. But there were no comrades anymore.

Her hand touched his arm, more boldly than it would have days before. She was bolder than he was though, in her own ways. Somehow strong enough to guide a literal alien through the pains of this new existence, bold enough to trust and give him shelter. At first he thought her kindness to be naivety, foolishly given to one that would see her world destroyed if it could be.

The days gone by and the sheer amount of will she had and gave to all thrown at her showed him otherwise. And now though he was a strange alien with foreign pains who she would be stupid to not fear, she didn't. His gaze left the horizon, eyes tired and weighed down by grief.

"I'm so sorry."

Was all she could say to that. He heard the tears in her voice and slowly glanced over, she stayed sat at his side gazing off into the same horizon. Her eyes glazed and glasses wetted by tears. Had he been a slight prouder in that moment her tears would have felt like pity and angered him. But he knew her too well at this point to even see a malicious bone in her body.

He himself didn't cry, he had not in some time. That felt like an admission of defeat and as a general it was his job to stand firm, an anchor for others. Her tears though, somehow it was his reprieve. Like she took the job for him. Sharing the burden of grief. He didn't respond back and didn't have to.