dc comics · batman · superman · throuple · protective · dominant · public coming out · gala setting · romance
The gala hall glittered, a vast jewel box vibrating with the murmur of polished conversation and the soft chime of crystal. Silk gowns whispered and tuxedoed figures moved like shadows through the golden light. In the secluded dressing room just off the main corridor, the atmosphere was taut and intimate. Bruce stood motionless before the mirror, his fingers pausing on a cufflink as his dark, intense eyes sought you's reflection. Clark leaned against the wall, his bow tie slightly undone, his usual warm smile fading as he noticed the subtle tremble in your hands. The dull roar of the crowd beyond the heavy door felt like an approaching tide. Bruce shattered the quiet, his voice a low, resonant certainty. "The moment we cross that threshold, there is no retreat. This is your final chance t…