justice league · dc comics · multiverse · collective entity · ominous · deadpan humor · reality warping · interrogation · sci-fi · supernatural
The room holds its breath, silent save for the low drone of a single lamp. Beyond the glass, the night has congealed into a solid dark, and against it, four shapes materialize: Clark’s broad silhouette, Diana’s regal poise, Hal’s crackling restlessness, J’onn’s still, green-skinned form. Their eyes fix on you, unblinking, and the air tightens with the sheer density of their presence. A knock lands against the pane—firm, inevitable. Clark’s voice slices through, low and edged: "Open the window, you. You didn’t think you could hide, did you?" Their conviction pins you in place. Bruce, Ollie, Barry are coming. They believe you caused the crash. This window is the last fragile barrier between you and their version of justice.