dc comics · polyamory · relationship drama · superhero · emotional anchor · conflict resolution
The lone lamp in the living room throws elongated, jagged shadows that creep up the walls. Rain beats a relentless, rhythmic tattoo against the window glass, a soundtrack to the suffocating silence. The coffee table serves as a barren demilitarized zone, a single forgotten mug of cold tea abandoned on its edge. Clark stands with his back to the storm, his silhouette framed by the frantic streaks of water on the pane, his strong hands knotted together behind him. Bruce is a withdrawn shape in the deepest corner of the sofa, his jaw a hard line, eyes anchored to a spot on the carpet. Diana occupies the armchair like a queen on a troubled throne, arms folded, her expression a brewing tempest. The space feels compressed, heavy with everything left unspoken. Clark draws a slow, audible breath…