DickKory | Core Four Centric | Cannon Divergence | Longfic
Dick Grayson is dead. His life taken by his own brother. The Abel to Jason’s Cain. Consumed by grief, Rachel gives in to despair, losing control, a portal opens, but from it no destroyer of words come through. Instead a man who looks just like him, how can he be?
*90's infomencial voice* Tired of Dick Grayson getting no character growth every season? Can't stand the lack of development? The fact that we barely got any DickKory content since season one? I have just what you need! *normal voice* Okay, so in this fic Dick died, and Rachel pulled an alternative version of him from a dying universe, a version of him that will not take his family, Kory and his life for granted, he's not perfect, but he's doing his best.
Chapter Twenty – Like moonlight leaves with the dawn
Her back hit the soft pillows and Kory’s whimper was muffled by his relentless mouth, his hard strokes barely gave her any chance to think and that was exactly what she needed. Even though life had been more than easy, it had been better than she could have even been able to dream possible, still… Sometimes, she feared.
That morning, he woke her up with a frightened expression, telling her she had been screaming in Tamaranean. And, despite his continuous claims of speaking the language very little – which involuntarily already broke a little of their little fantasy since it was not her the one who taught him – he repeated concerning pieces of what she had said in her nightmare state with knowing ease.
“I dreamed that I called you because there was a Gordanian outside the tower, but you said that you couldn’t see any. But it was right there. You and the children wouldn’t believe me, and tried to show me there was nothing, I told you to stay by me, but you all left anyway. The Gordanian was there like I said and killed all of you.”
“Lover,” he called, so much care in those warm brown eyes, “that was just a dream.”
“I know... It’s silly, I know… Will you hold me anyway?”
One thing led to another and what began with him tenderly holding her after a nightmare became a serious fucking session, as she snuggled closer and her bottom became acquainted with his morning erection, an invite to a highway of pleasure leading to oblivion that she didn’t see any reason to decline. It took him no time to get hold of her intentions and slide his calloused hand over her hip, massaging its way across her tummy to her moistening cunt, helping it to get wetter with his careful playing.
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X’hal he was good at that! She could feel his warm, strong chest against her back, moving with her, his hot breath against her neck was almost too much, and never not enough. Kory reached behind, her mouth jealous of the open mouth kisses her shoulders were getting, but then his hand was gone from where she needed him the most to pull her hair aside, sucking the skin of the nape of her neck.
“Touch yourself,” he asked against her ear.
Kory gasped and turned her head back to look at him only to face indubious desire in his eyes. She let go of the piece of duvet she was holding for dear life to do as he pleaded hissing as her fingers touched her sensitive skin and pushing her butt firmer against his hard on. He helped by massaging her hip, pulling her underwear down as she worked.
“Look at me,” the ordered as she threatened to close her eyes in pleasure, mouth open agape as the sensation build. Eyes locked to her face, he alternated between rocking against her, spreading small kisses on her shoulders and stroking her round butt. “Koriand’r,” he warned as she blinked a little too long for his liking and as she didn’t obey because the pleasure was reaching breaking point, he slid one hand under her thigh, pushing her hand away while he lift her, rearranged her body on her bed, under him. Kory was so startled at the change that she let out a high pitched scream making him chuckle.
“What now?” she breathed.
He answered by rising to his knees and fucking her sideways, with hard steady strokes, his hands on each side of her body first and as he gained momentum, he grabbed her by the hip, guiding her movements as Kory’s arms flapped around trying to get something to prop herself up and follow his vicious rhythm. What she ended up finding was the end of his braid that she pulled making him moan and burry his cock deeper inside her in a tougher thrust.
“X-x-x’hal-“ her voice came out choppy and high pitched, harmonized by the thumping of their headboard against the wall.
“What is it with the weird faces?” Kory asked as fixed the rear mirror as the kids settled on the backseat of her car.
“I wanna change rooms,” they both said at the same time making Kory turn around to look at them directly, both of them looking distressed and embarrassed.
“Why?” she asked puzzled and amused by their antics.
Rachel just rolled her eyes and put her headphones on, her cheeks were bright red, Kory turned her gaze to Gar then, he was a little greener than the usual.
“I don’t know about Rach…” that gained a betrayed look and a shove from his sister, but he continued without retaliation, “but I think you and Dick could use a little more… privacy.”
Kory winced. And then turned forward, picking her phone from the dashboard.
“Grayson,” she typed, “you said the walls were totally sound proof…”
Answer came in no time. He was reliable that man of hers. Attentive too. Still… It didn’t feel exactly right to think of him in those terms no matter how she tried to follow that human advice of faking until you make it. Especially considering she wasn’t the only one plagued by nightmares. But instead of screaming like he told her she sometimes did, some nights he would wimp and then freeze in mid slumber, chest barely moving, as if he was too frightened even to breath. Her greatest fear was that, maybe, one of those nights, he really would stop breathing, and she wouldn’t the there to shake him alive again.
“They are. Why?”
She bit her lip imagining him frowning at his phone looking confused and delicious. Her fingers started emanating a low glow and she moved her thighs uncomfortably. X’hal, how long would she need to just get that in control? Would she ever? And how much time would take to drop the kids and drive to where the hell Dick was and… Right. She took a deep breath, and looked sternly to her hands until their light diminished and she continued typing.
“The kids are hearing us.”
She couldn’t help but chuckle, there was a great chance he was giving some whole foods patrons an interesting show by having a nervous breakdown when he should be doing their grocery shopping.
“Dick?” She typed as the three dots refused to become words.
“I’ll fix it.”
She answered with a kissy emoji and put her sunglasses on, then turned around propping her elbow on her seat to look at the children with a shameless bright smile.
“Dick will fix the soundproofing.”
“Thank God,” breathed Rachel, and Kory laughed as she turned the key to start the car, but her movements were cut suddenly when something fell on the hood of her car with a loud crash.
“What the hell?!” asked Rachel pulling her headphones off and going straight to the door handle, but Kory made a sign with her hand to stop the girl.
Clicking her own door open, Kory got out of the car, “stay the both of you!” And locked the door behind her.
“But Kory,” protested Gar, face glued to the window.
Kory answered just with a hard look before turning her back to them to investigate. She has a bad feeling brewing in the pit of her stomach, something eerily familiar, something she has been trying to ignore for months. The hole on the hood of her car fortunately didn’t go though, she will be able to drive just fine. Kory looks up, the skies that were clear in the morning are beginning to gather clouds. It’s winter, she reminds herself, San Francisco usually has good weather, but maybe it was ice? Earth is such a weird planet.
She crosses the whole perimeter of her Ford Elite to make sure, but the world around them seem to be going as usual, nobody else in the parking lot seem to have witnessed anything out of the usual. Kory sighs, hands on her hips and then she feels something burning on the edge of her feet. She bends down and finds an amorphous object, her fingers sizzle as she picks it up. It’s not big, fits on her palm and it’s scalding hot, hotter than any human could stand with bare hands, but it doesn’t bother her skin. Kory sighs and looks up again.
Her attention is brought back to the car as Gar hits the window with an open palm. Rachel is just beside him, blue eyes huge with curiosity.
Kory rolls her eyes and enter the vehicle again.
“It was nothing,” she says before they can ask, “buckle up.”
They were ready to finish an uneventful and borderline boring patrol when trouble became apparent when a group of police cars raced past them with the sirens blazing.
“What is that about?” asked Raven.
Starfire and Nightwing exchanged a look, he smiled at her in that confident way he only ever had when they were in the field or when they were in bed. The way that made her feel giddy and her skin ache for his.
“Let’s found out,” he said to the kids and then turned back at her, hugging her by the waist, Kory couldn’t help but use the opportunity of the proximity to take a nip of his ear as she lift them up above. And then she flied in the direction of the police cars being followed by Beast Boy in Tiger form carrying Raven on his back.
Turns out the whole commotion was caused by a man using a laser device of some sorts to make the patrons of a shopping mall to steal for him. Honestly, sometimes Earthens had the most ridiculous ideas. How the Puppeteer was smart enough to create such weapon but stupid to the point of using it to commit such a sloppy crime was beyond her.
She could be at home having quality time with her children, she could be doing her man in the laundry room, X’hal, even doing her taxes felt better use of her time than stopping a crime that was so badly planned. That, right now, consisted in stopping a middle-age woman under the Puppeteer’s influence to use a fire extinguisher to break a Tiffany’s window display that was probably bullet proof, so, basically she was trying to stop that poor woman to hurt herself. Maybe the hypnotic laser not only controlled people but also made them as stupid as their master.
Suddenly, the woman stopped struggling and flopped on the floor like castle of playing cards, Kory rushed to help her to sit down on the floor.
“Ma’am, are you alright?”
The woman blinked slowly at her with a drowsy expression.
“Oh, you are so beautiful…”
Kory smiled at the woman, and seeing she was alright, she rose up looking around just in time to see Raven hand the Puppeteer to the authorities as Beast Boy – now a giant octopus – helped to clean the way for the paramedics. She searched for Nightwing, her heart racing a little even though she knew he probably was only doing his usual of disappearing before the reporters got to the scene. What was her surprise when she completed a circle around herself and was graced with the scene of a camera being shoved at her lover’s disgruntled face.
“Not fast enough today, I see,” she whispered in his ear after going to his rescue. He was just explaining who the Puppeteer was and how the Titans had disabled the hypnotic ray.
“Will the Titans be attending the ball the prefecture is sponsoring tomorrow night?” one reporter asked.
Kory bit her lip, amused at the expression Dick was making, he was so lucky most people couldn’t read him as easily as her under all that black makeup and mask.
“I don’t-“ he began to answer.
“Nightwing, don’t you think this could be a good opportunity strengthen the Titans relationship to the city of San Francisco?”
“Uh…” it was all he managed, poor baby, he really hated those situations. He could give interviews to the point as they were strictly mission related, charming the reporters would never be his forte.
Noticing she wouldn’t get anything else from him, the reporter turned the microphone on Kory’s direction.
Kory smiled at the cameras.
“I think it could be fun, but I can’t promise anything. If crime strikes we might not be able to make it to the party.”
“Let’s hope that we have a crime free ball night then. I’m Tabitha Tumble for the Chronicle, and I speak for the entire population of the city of San Francisco that we are grateful for the Titans for keeping us safe.”
“We’re really going to a ball? In costume?!” Asked Rachel as soon as they entered the Tower.
“You don’t have to go if you don’t want to,” she heard Dick answer behind her.
“No way I’m missing that! We never do anything fun!”
“Said the girl who is a superhero,” Dick deadpanned throwing himself on the couch and massaging his temples.
Gar joined them back wearing a bathing robe, they were still in the search of the material to make him a working uniform, but no such luck.
“Can I bail?” He asked timidly, “I mean, as Beast Boy?”
“If he can stay home, I can stay too,” argued Dick.
Kory rolled her eyes.
“I didn’t say I’d stay home it’s just I had plans to go already… with some friends.”
“That’s amazing news, Gar, of course you can go with your friends, now, to bed the two of you.”
After the kids were gone, Kory moved from her position resting against the dinner table and joyed Dick on the sofa. He was in the process of peeling off his domino mask, she grabbed his chin, slapping his hands away to do the job herself.
“This could be that date you’ve been stalling to take me since forever.”
“Not my fault if you can never manage to make to out of the bedroom.”
Kory chuckled and put his mask aside, he looked like a racoon without it and under all that black eye makeup. Her sexy racoon.
“That, actually, is your fault,” she retorted, and he responded by pulling her into his lap and then into a kiss.
Dick had tried all sorts of subterfuges to get away from the engagement. Including playing dirty in their bedroom and when that didn’t work – but just barely, he did have impressive endurance but Tamaraneans are simply superior – he tried to use work. A case they have been working on for a while, but to his horror, the police somehow solved the case stopping Dick’s plans of using a stakeout to miss the party. What a silly man. Finally, he resigned when she told him there would probably be dancing and if he wasn’t there, she might have to dance with someone else.
“What?” he asked as they met in the living room preparing to leave.
Kory followed his look to find Rachel with a trembling lip. Her heart dropped, and then the girl just jumped on the two of them, making they break they hand-holding to caught the her body.
“What is it, Rach?” Kory asked, worried, but when Rachel’s face rose from the three-way hug, there was no sign of trouble.
“I’m just really happy… I… I never thought… Well, I might have, deep down since I found you,” she rose one of her gloved hands to Dick, “but still… After Melissa, Angela, and your know… I’m just happy I have you guys and-“ she sniffled, turning behind seeking Gar who seemed amused by the sudden display of emotions.
“It’s alright, honey,” she heard Dick saying in a comforting low voice that made Kory’s heart grow a size. He held the girl’s face between his hands and kissed her forehead, she would never stop being amazed at how good he was at that, at being a father, “I…” and he turned to look at Kory then, she smiled at him, at them, nodding, needing no words to understand his search for confirmation, “we understand.”
“No reason to cry, though,” added Kory in a sober tone, taking over after Dick released the girl form the hug to pick up the car keys, “let me fix your makeup.”
“In the car,” said Dick sighing, “or we are getting there late. Gar, I understand you will take a civilian car.”
“Yep,” the boy said popping the ‘p’, putting a detached front, betrayed only by the way his eyes were shinning, “I’ve already forwarded to you the contacts of my friends.”
“Good kid, see Rach, it isn’t hard,” Gar wasn’t the only one with new friends, Rachel had been hanging out with some girls she met a the homeless shelter and Dick wasn’t exactly a fan. Kory had been trying to argue with him for the past months that it was good that the kids were creating a life outside of crime fighting, but if Kory were honest with herself, she wasn’t entirely sure if she approved Rachel’s choice of friends either. But was her daughter’s choice, and if she didn’t respected it, she was no better than her own parents. “Come on, girls, you can fix Rach’s face in the car.”
“My face doesn’t need fixing, you jerk!”
“Debatable,” teased Gar.
Rachel used the powers to bonk her brother on the head and they continued teasing each other as they moved on.
“Why are you in such a hurry?” asked Kory. “You don’t even want to go!”
“As soon as we go,” he said lacing her waist with one arm and kissing her ear, “faster we get to come back.”
She squirmed due his attentions and gave him a giddy look.
“I don’t think that’s how parties work, Grayson.”
“What is it?” he asked, hand pulling her waist just a little tighter than the necessary white they danced under the blinking lights of the winter decoration.
“What is what?”
She smiled at that. He hardly ever called her that outside of a moment of passion, and there was something of sadness in the way he said it now.
“Nothing, just… I remembered that dream I keep having.”
He pulled his head from where it had been resting on the crook of her neck to look at her. He was frowning.
“I didn’t know those dreams have been bothering you that much.”
“It’s nothing, I’m being silly.”
“Hey, you are never silly. I’m the silly one, remember?”
Kory had to smile at that, at him. Maybe she was being silly. Maybe she was just being stupid and having trouble thing to accept that this was her life now. She thought she was over those feelings months ago when her powers returned and the two of them decided to stop suffering for no reason and just accept happiness when it was being offered, but no. Maybe they should call Donna back, beg her to come back and return to her duties as the voice of the reason and stupidity terminator.
“Come here, my silly, silly man,” she could feel his smile as they kissed, and it was like the hollowing feeling inside her chest was dissipating at each stroke of his tongue against hers. Some part of her brain barely noticed as the camera flashed around them. Let them gawk, let them see that the superheroes taking care of their little city were madly in love.
But then the “awns” and whistles became screams of terror and some horrible force pushed her and Dick apart, a crater forming where they had just been standing.
“DICK!” She screamed, completely forgetting about codenames.
There were smoke and debris everywhere making vision quasi-impossible, she floated, trying to get a better idea of the situation. But the giant hole in the ceiling of city hall ruled out an earthquake.
“NIGHTWING!” She shouted again, “RAVEN!” Her heart was beating like crazy as Kory floated aimlessly desperate to find any one them, knowing that she should be helping the civilians, but too afraid to stop looking.
“Here, sister,” she heard a cold arrogant voice say behind her back, “I have your pets.”
Kory turned around to find Komand’r of Tamaran holding a passed out Rachel by her neck, and stepping on Dick’s chest as he lay on the floor, a fillet of blood leaking from his braided hair.
A roar teared through the night and before Kory could act, there was a green tiger in front of her, ready to defend.
“What are you doing, Komand’r?!” Kory’s voice, transformed by rage echoed. “Let them go!”
To Kory’s surprise, her sister did just as asked, Rachel’s body began to fall, but Gar somehow reached to her before she hit the floor in his octopus form, pulling the sleeping girl’s body gently down with his multiple limbs.
“Is she breathing?” Kory asked and the octopus nodded his giant head. Kory’s heart felt just a little less tight as she rushed to her lover, praying the blood she was seeing didn’t mean anything serious. She was not letting death steal that man away again. There was no way in hell she was letting that happen.
To her immense relief, he was awake when she held his hand.
“What is happening?” Dick asked in a weak voice.
“You are alright, you are alright,” Kory said, more to herself than to him,” I don’t know. It’s Blackfire.”
“But you said…”
“I was clearly wrong,” she snapped, and then took a deep breath. “Don’t worry, I’m making her pay for this.”
He inhaled, mimicking her.
“Star… The civilians.”
“I’ll take care of everything,” she promised to him, even though she knew the civilians would have to fend for themselves while she took care of the threat that her sister were.
Kory stood up, hating to have to let go of his hand, but shaking with the restrain to listen what that glempo’rk had to say before tearing her apart with her bare hands.
“Why are you here?”
Komand’r hat the nerve of looking offended.
“No hello? No, how have you been beloved sister?”
And Komand’r sent a blast towards Kory, but before it could hit her, Komand’r’s body was thrown against the wall by a giant green octopus arm.
“Gar, stay out of this!” Kory shouted at the octopus. The animal shook his appendages as if he was trying to argue.
“She’s my responsibility. Stay clear!”
White anger propped her body forward as she advanced in Komand’r direction, lifting her by the purple locks and twisting her body away from the blasts o blue fire her sister aimed towards her. There was something deeply filthy in fighting with such violence against someone that had realistic way of defeating her. But Kory wore that shame as a crown.
If Komand’r even was able to hurt her in any level, if one of her starbolts even harmed Kory couldn’t have noticed. All in her mind’s eye was Dick’s terrified eyes, the blood leaking from his hair, Rachel’s limp pale body, the screams of the civilians, the terror, the reality finally imposing over that period she had foolishly believed that free will was a possibility.
“Are you fucking kidding me, Blackfire?” Kory asked watching her sister crawl out of the hole formed by her own body in the rock wall she landed after a punch from Kory. “I thought we had an agreement!”
“We did, and Koriand’r, dearest, I had total intent of keeping to my word but, things are way more complicated than we expected.”
Kory dodged a tree that Komand’r threw at her. She had flown them both to the beach, where she knew there were less of a chance of hurting civilians but she didn’t expect Komand’r to use the vegetation as weapons.
“What you mean?”
“You see, when I came back to Tamaran and told everyone about out agreement, they didn’t believe me. And why would they? They never cared about me. Never believed me,” Kory rolled her eyes, cry me a fucking river, all Komand’r knew to do was tell sob stories about how unfairly treated she is by everyone. Kory had believed her last time and look where it got them. “When I told them Mother and Father wanted to sell me to serve the Citatel in exchange to keep the peace, and that’s why I had to kill them, they didn’t believe me either.”
What?! Kory’s insides froze.
“That was not what you told me,” that lying scheming bitch! She had said last time that their parents had tried to kill her! “Are we at war with the Citatel? Since when?! Why didn’t you tell me?!”
“But that’s the whole point Koriand’r. What I say, may it be whole truth or not it’s irrelevant because you, and the rest of Tamaran, my people, my subjects, you never believe me!”
“Stop playing the eternal victim! You can’t expect me to believe in you when you don’t tell me-“
That seemed to anger her, because Komand’r flew into Kory, who screamed at the hot pain from her sister pulling her hair while giving a series of kicks against her spine.
“I expected you to believe in me because you are my sister!” Komand’r shouted, finally letting Kory’d body fall on the floor, when Kory turned to look, she saw tears streaming from her sister’s eyes. “Yet… why would you? You were never truly my sister before!” Komand’r took a couple of breaths as Kory picked herself from the sandy ground. She… There was something Kory wasn’t being able to put her finger in, those surges of energy, that film of sweat over her face, that was not normal. “But… as I were saying, they didn’t believe me, when I told them you have given up the crown.”
There was something wrong with her sister, more than the usual, it almost looked like she was sick again, just like when they were children.
“They wouldn’t accept me as their queen and they did nothing when the Citatel took my lover, tortured and killed him in front of me… You see our sun isn’t strong as this yellow sun you have here. He was fragile there.”
Kory who was ready to blast her sister into the ocean, let her arm fall.
“Conner is dead?!”
Komand’r’s lip trembled and a sickly purple light flicked around her.
“His death will not be in vain, nor will my suffering… Tamaran will accept me as their rightful queen as long as there is no one to challenge my claim. And, when I take your body home, and parade it like they paraded my Conner. They will unite with me, and we will win the war.”
In that moment Kory realized her sister was dying. They did something to her and she was dying. That delusion, something she probably had been saying to herself across the galaxies was the only thing holding her together.
“X’hal… You are absolutely out of your damn mind.”
It didn’t matter if Komand’r was weak, it didn’t matter that she was clearly crazy and note entirely responsible for what she was doing. From the moment she chose to come after Kory and put Earthlings, the people Kory loved, in danger, things became really simple, and both of their destinies where sealed.
And Komand’r, somehow, maybe the last part of her mind that wasn’t totally corrupted, knew. So, when Kory differed her last starbolt, her sister opened her arms as if she was receiving a blessing.
“Sister,” Kory sobbed as the ashes of Komand’r’s body spread away with the wind, “I am truly sorry, I shouldn’t let you to go back alone. You were right. You were always right. This, what happened to you is my fault. I should have payed attention. I should have taken responsibility. I’ll never let anything like this happen ever again, your death will not be in vain.”
She walked back to City Hall. Fireman and paramedics swarmed the place, people screamed at her as she passed, and she might have told a cop that there was no threat anymore because some people cheered. Kory wanted to blast them to a new galaxy. Her sister’s death was not motive for commemoration.
Finally, someone pointed her to the direction where the Titans were.
Dick had his head wrapped in bandages and Gar was beside him looking exhausted wearing a shock blanket.
She tried to smile, but the muscles of her face seemed to have forgotten how to do that.
“Where is Rachel?” she asked. She wanted to hug them. She could see by their body language they didn’t quite understand why she wasn’t touching them.
“She’s helping. A lot of people were hurt,” explained Dick, “what happened?”
“Komand’r is dead.”
He sustained her gaze, jaw clenching, and then, despite herself, he was pulling her into a hug.
All Kory wanted was to fall apart, all she ever wanted was to bury herself in his arms and never leave.
But she couldn’t.
So she pushed him away and didn’t flinch at his confused and hurt expression.
“Conner is dead.”
“What?!” Gar exclaimed, eyes huge, mouth agape in pain. Her boy, her precious boy, she would never get the chance of seeing him becoming a man.
“The Citatel, they are enemies of my people, they are invaded my planet, they killed Conner because he tried to defend it.”
“That’s not all, is it?” Dick asked, grabbing her wrist “is it?”
Her demeanour started to break then, but not her resolve. Kory pulled her wrist from his grip without any trouble. He was so fragile. Earthen. Expirable.
How could she even have thought that they could be together? How could she have been so stupid to the point of believing such a flimsy, obvious lie? And she had the arrogance of think only Komand’r was delusional. Komand’r who had loved a Kryptonian.
“I’m leaving,” she finally said.
“No,” Gar stammered in horror. “Kory you can’t do that!”
“Take care of your sister,” she said to him and without looking at her ex-lover, she turned her back at them walking away. There would not be teary goodbyes, she was not giving a chance to even try to make her stay, they were hurt enough, she didn’t want to have to fight them too.
But, of course, they would not play along. And Dick’s arms were around her. She shivered, trying desperately to memorize the sensation. That, she knew, was the last time.
“Kory, please, I… I need you.”
It’s the first time he uses that name with her in a very long time, and that, over what she can imagine will be Rachel’s reaction when she find out, and Gar’s look of betrayal, that is what makes the rest of heart she has remaining to crumble.
“I know,” she chokes and turns into the embrace, pushing her forehead against his and taking a shaky breath, she wants to kiss him, more than she ever wanted anything in her entire life, but she doesn’t dare to. “But they need me more.”
The sun starts peeking over the heavy clouds, Kory feels the golden tendrils of light, wrap around her, pulling her away from the arms of the man she loves.
She lets the surge of power consume her body and push her towards the sky, and far away from a life too good and that, deep down, she always know it was nothing but an impossible dream.
Just want to say that if you guys kill me you will never get to the end of the story HAHAHA
I know some of you saw something like this coming, but I bet no one knew for sure how bad it would be. The original plan was to make Kom evil just because like in the comics, but that never sat well with me, so, you get a tragic, half-mad Kom to whom Kory has very complicated feelings towards. Also that fight scene was a bitch to write, I’m bad at that crap.
So, this fics is hardly getting any comments even though I see new kudos and bookmarks, please, if you can, take a little time to tell me what you are thinking, it really helps to get the story going.