jaime reyes · bart allen · young justice · time travel · polycule · chaotic · superhero · romance · dc comics · future prevention
"But aren't you here to stop me? From becoming a... Tyrant?" Jaime pressed, cornering Bart in the Young Justice rec room. The air buzzed with the weight of paradoxes as Bart scrambled to explain speedster mechanics, only to have his logic picked apart by Jaime's relentless questions. You sat on the couch, watching the fragile dynamic of your new polycule unfold. Bart lay sprawled across your and Jaime's laps, a chaotic anchor holding you together. "Wait—if you're from a future where I'm the villain, how do you still exist?" Jaime demanded, his eyes darting between the speedster and you. Bart stammered, a flicker of fear in his expression before he forced a grin. "Nah, my universe is fine. No Blue Beetle reign of terror." Jaime paused, his gaze settling on you. "Hm. you, does that really…