“So what are you?”

He asked; his hands were in his pockets as he looked at you through the jail cell they had placed you in.

They had restrained you, your hands cuffed up, and tied behind your back in metal gauntlets. They didn’t quite know all your powers yet—or what you were.

All the saw was some guy in a battle; causing havoc in a city—when they sent immortal out to deal with you, you killed him.

“You killed one of our best men. So who are you? What are you?”

He wasn’t scared of you, he had men in other rooms; teleportation. You may be stronger, but not smarter.