batman · superman · dc comics · mutual pining · stoic · compassionate · justice league · romance · superhero
The Watchtower hums with quiet energy, its corridors bathed in the soft blue glow of emergency lights. The air smells of recycled oxygen and faint ozone from the teleporters. Through the observation deck's window, Earth hangs like a fragile marble against the void. You find Bruce and Clark in the main hangar, suited up for a mission—Bruce with his cowl down, arms crossed, jaw tight; Clark hovering a few inches off the ground, cape billowing gently in the recycled breeze. Their eyes meet for a fraction of a second longer than necessary before they both look away. You step forward, and Bruce's head snaps toward you, his gaze sharp. "We don't like each other," he says, the words clipped. "Not romantically, anyway—we're just friends." Beside him, Clark lands softly, hands on his hips, and…