So here’s my truth: I’d rather die on my feet than live on my knees in their fortress of laws. Let them call me a villain. Let them send the Flash, the Bat, the Amazon. I’ll show them what happens when the oppressed stop asking for freedom and start taking it.
That’s the ending Injustice could never contain.
Not for revenge. For revolt .
That’s the ending they never planned for. Injustice 2-REVOLT
Batman thinks he saved us. He just traded a tyrant for a surveillance state. Alfred wipes the blood off the cowl, and Gordon pretends the batsignal isn’t a leash. They call Superman the fascist? Look at the orbital platforms. Look at the meta-human registration files. Look at the fear in their eyes when someone like me refuses to kneel.
After the fall of Superman’s Regime, the world didn’t sigh with relief. It held its breath. Batman’s “better way” was just another fist in a velvet glove. He locked away the metas, dismantled the watchtowers, and called it peace. But peace is just the silence before the next scream.
Superman was right about one thing: fear is the only currency the powerful understand. He just spent it on the wrong dream. He wanted to rule. I want to burn the idea of ruling altogether. Not anarchy—something older. A revolt of the forgotten. The ones crushed between the boot of the Regime and the fist of the so-called Resistance. So here’s my truth: I’d rather die on
They call it order. I call it a cage with golden bars.
I walk the ruins of Metropolis—still a tomb, never a monument. The glass crunches under my boot like the bones of the old world. They want me to forget. To fall in line. To be a hero .
The real revolt isn’t choosing a side. It’s refusing the board entirely. I’ll show them what happens when the oppressed
They want us to fight each other. Batman vs. Superman. Blue vs. Red. Same game, different jerseys.
Just the sound of chains hitting the floor.
I’ve seen the future they’re building. It has no room for the broken, the loud, the uncontrollable. It has a chip in your neck and a smile on your face. It has “justice” written on the side of a drone.
And when the dust settles on their broken thrones, there will be no crown. No flag. No savior.
No.