#“ 𝒗. main verse ﹕ justice is a battlefield‚ and the lines between hero and villain is blurred.

[exvought]

i need more training.

alec narrows his gaze onto nina from across the training room, her determination cutting through her timbre and across the area. there's a tick within the line of his jaw as he studies her, his ears listening for the strum of her heartbeat to give leeway to what she is thinking, how she is feeling, and what this newfound mission to train stems from. the world of supes is a dangerous one, never knowing if they will appear and push their fist through the chest cavity of any innocences that they deem unworthy of criminal justice, and instead, their own brutal version of justice.

alec crosses his arms over his chest, almost sizing her up as his gaze rakes over her. from an outsider's perspective, given alec's crude history, it may seem as though he is checking her out. but in actuality, he's seeing where her strengths and weaknesses may be just from a different point of view. "if you want to train with me, i'm not going to hold you hand. metaphorically, of course," he muses, a simper bleeding to the surface of his features, a usual appearance that he takes on. "think you can keep up?"