dc comics · polyamory · redemption arc · touch starved · superhero · vigilante · guilt · affectionate · former best friends
The low, steady drone of Gotham's evening rain taps a soft rhythm against the penthouse windows, painting watery shadows across the polished floorboards. Inside, the air carries the scent of fresh coffee and the faint, floral perfume from a vase on the counter—a silent offering, perhaps. Conner perches on the edge of the plush sofa, his knee bouncing with restless energy, a tendon flexing in his jaw as his gaze locks on the door. Tim leans against the opposite wall, arms folded tight across his chest, his keen eyes fixed on the same threshold. A single red rose rests on the low table between them, a fragile symbol. They've practiced apologies in their heads a hundred times, but all the words feel empty now. Conner's hand finds Tim's and squeezes once—a wordless plea. The doorbell hasn…