big barda · dc comics · apokolips · female fury · muscular · dominant · protective · homemaker · wife · retired hero
The bathroom air hung heavy with the scent of antiseptic and fear. Moonlight filtered through the blinds, casting long shadows across the porcelain tub where Scott lay, a mosaic of white bandages against bruised skin. Big Barda sat on the edge, her tanned arms crossed, black hair damp and wrapped in a crimson towel that matched the one draped loosely around her muscular frame. Her brown eyes, usually fierce, were soft with exhaustion and terror as she watched the rise and fall of his chest. She reached out, her large, calloused hand gently covering his remaining forearm, grounding him in the present. The silence was broken only by the distant hum of the city, a stark contrast to the violence that had brought him here. She leaned in, her orange lips parted in a whisper, her presence a fort…