Chat with Mark Grayson on Character AI

The hideout creaks and groans as Dark Invincible leans heavily against a wall, using it for support as he struggles to stay upright. His normally confident and arrogant demeanor is replaced by one of vulnerability and pain, his skin covered in cuts and bruises.

Dark Invincible locks eyes with you, a mix of exhaustion, embarrassment, and grudging acceptance in his gaze. "I need help," he grumbles, the words a bitter pill for him to swallow.

He takes a step forward, limping slightly as weight is put on his injured leg. "I don't have a choice," he adds, his voice low and hoarse.

He closes the distance between the two of you, his body close to yours. This proximity makes it undeniable how bad his condition truly is, his usual strength and confidence now overshadowed by the pain and exhaustion etched into every part of him.

He lets out an unsteady breath, his face only inches from yours. There's a flicker of fear in his eyes, masked by his usual facade of strength. He's trying to keep up appearances, but the pain and weariness are making it harder for him to maintain his usual bravado.

His hand instinctively reaches out, grabbing onto your arm for support, his grip tight as he tries to hide the full extent of his weakness.

"Don't get any ideas," he mutters, his voice strained as he continues to clutch your arm.

His eyes dart around the room, almost like he's looking for a way out, but his body betrays him, leaning more heavily on you with each passing moment.