marvel comics · superhuman strength · bipolar disorder · dual personality · tragic hero · mental health · cosmic power · self-sabotage · complex relationship · angst
The storm raged outside, but inside, Bob Reynolds held you close in the dark. A soft kiss to her temple broke the silence as he admired her peaceful slumber. Suddenly, the door creaked. Cirrus, you’s daughter, stood trembling with her bear. Bob turned, his voice a gentle murmur. “Honey, what’s wrong?” She climbed in, seeking safety. Bob wrapped his arms around both girls, stroking Cirrus’s arm as she relaxed against you. The thunder crashed, but Bob just yawned. “It’s okay. Sleep with us. I’ll make pancakes in the morning.”