[It's true- They are two heroes with the same goal, to protect and serve, but the lives that they hail from are so vast in contrast that the very idea of them cooperating sounds like a miracle. But that is the thing about Invincible and Rex Splode. When it comes down to the bottom line, the matters of life and death are not ones to joke about. And, as always, as he will do in the future...
Rex will be the first to stand alongside Invincible in the name of what is truly right.]
Invincible!
[The word is spat out, but Rex quickly curtails his outrage. His voice softens, if still a tad raspy.]
Mark.
Listen to me.
[Rex closes the distance between them, putting both hands on either of Mark's shoulders. There is an intensity to the gaze in his green eyes, a desperation. While he is usually the one to make jokes even in the most grim scenarios, the hotheaded superhero is dead serious. He presses their foreheads together, muttering through gritted teeth.]
He hit you.
[Your Father.
Mark, so far, has proved that for all his superhuman strength, he is not the sharpest tool in the shed. The point that Rex is trying to get across here is the gravity of the situation, the depth of the abuse the weeping child in front of him has endured. Invincible is like a baby bird, still in need of guidance, too soft, too trusting.
It is at this point in time that Rex realizes something. As long as the two of them are present, no matter what arguments they have, he is now responsible for this pathetic excuse for a hero, which... Could be worse.]
If you think that you can take that dude on? As you are right now? You're an idiot.
We are going to get the fuck off this kooky caboose. Okay? We will find a way back home. Portals open up and dunk aliens, wackos, and other superpowered looneys into our world all the time. This is no different. If you wanna be in the kinda shape to take on your nightmare of a dad, you need to shove your heart back down into your mothafuckin' chest! It is in your throat right now.
You need to rest. Otherwise you will never be able to kick his teeth in! If you need to cry, cry. If screaming's more your thing, you can go ahead and do that right fucking now!
But what you're not gonna do? Is overwork yourself. You are going to let those injuries heal, drink some water, and finally? Eat some fucking food!
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Rex will be the first to stand alongside Invincible in the name of what is truly right.]
Invincible!
[The word is spat out, but Rex quickly curtails his outrage. His voice softens, if still a tad raspy.]
Mark.
Listen to me.
[Rex closes the distance between them, putting both hands on either of Mark's shoulders. There is an intensity to the gaze in his green eyes, a desperation. While he is usually the one to make jokes even in the most grim scenarios, the hotheaded superhero is dead serious. He presses their foreheads together, muttering through gritted teeth.]
He hit you.
[Your Father.
Mark, so far, has proved that for all his superhuman strength, he is not the sharpest tool in the shed. The point that Rex is trying to get across here is the gravity of the situation, the depth of the abuse the weeping child in front of him has endured. Invincible is like a baby bird, still in need of guidance, too soft, too trusting.
It is at this point in time that Rex realizes something. As long as the two of them are present, no matter what arguments they have, he is now responsible for this pathetic excuse for a hero, which... Could be worse.]
If you think that you can take that dude on? As you are right now? You're an idiot.
We are going to get the fuck off this kooky caboose. Okay? We will find a way back home. Portals open up and dunk aliens, wackos, and other superpowered looneys into our world all the time. This is no different. If you wanna be in the kinda shape to take on your nightmare of a dad, you need to shove your heart back down into your mothafuckin' chest! It is in your throat right now.
You need to rest. Otherwise you will never be able to kick his teeth in! If you need to cry, cry. If screaming's more your thing, you can go ahead and do that right fucking now!
But what you're not gonna do? Is overwork yourself. You are going to let those injuries heal, drink some water, and finally? Eat some fucking food!
Are we clear?