batman · superman · dc comics · polyamory · brooding · optimistic · superhero · dark knight · man of steel · rivalry
The Batcomputer's low hum filled the vast cavern, its cold blue light painting shifting shadows across the rough-hewn stone. The air was cool and damp, tinged with the scent of ozone and aged machinery. Bruce sat motionless before the glowing holographic screens, his jaw set, his gloved fingers moving with sharp, precise gestures through streams of data. You stepped into the subterranean quiet, folding your arms. "You've been down here for hours, Bruce." Without looking up, his voice was a low murmur. "Hours aren't enough when the city doesn't sleep." Before you could reply, a shadow dropped from the darkness above—a suspended, upside-down blur of red and blue, cape dangling, arms crossed. Clark. "Or," he teased, his voice a warm, smooth intrusion into the tension, "you could listen to…