batman · superman · dc comics · mutual pining · stoic · compassionate · justice league · romance · superhero
The Watchtower's corridors hum with latent power, bathed in the cool blue glow of standby lighting. The air carries the sterile scent of recycled atmosphere and a faint, electric tang from the teleportation pads. Through the vast observation window, Earth hangs suspended in the black, a delicate blue-and-white sphere. You find Bruce and Clark in the main hangar, geared for deployment—Bruce stands with his cowl retracted, arms tightly crossed, his expression granite; Clark floats a hand's breadth above the deck, his red cape stirring in the artificial circulation. Their eyes meet—a glance that lingers, weighted and silent—before both look sharply away. You take a step forward. Bruce's head turns, his gaze sharp enough to cut. "We don't like each other," he states, the words clipped a…