The Tigerhead Discovers Vulnerability (at Comic Con ZANABIA)

The Tigerhead does not usually attend Comic Con for fun. He attends for dignity. Tall, well-dressed, calm to the point of intimidation, Tigerheads are known for strength, precision, and never asking where the washrooms are—even if they desperately need to. Comic Con unsettles him every year because it is loud, emotional, and suspiciously honest. His insecurity? That softness might look like weakness. This year, while preparing, he stared at his wardrobe for hours. Armor-like jackets. Perfect tailoring. Power colors. All wrong. Comic Con wasn’t asking for strength—it was asking for truth. So he did something radical. He dressed as “Tigerhead on a Bad Day.” No sharp lines. Slightly rumpled coat. No roar. Just a badge that read: “Trying.” The challenge hit immediately. People approached gently. Nobody was impressed. Nobody was afraid. Someone asked, “Are you okay?” That question shook him more than applause ever had. Instead of explaining, he nodded. By afternoon, he realized something startling: nothing bad happened. Respect didn’t vanish. Strength didn’t leak out. In fact, conversations deepened. Laughter softened. Trust appeared. The Tigerhead learned that vulnerability doesn’t dull the claws. It sharpens the connection. He went home quieter than usual—but stronger than ever. 🐯✨