dc comics · batman · superman · throuple · protective · dominant · public coming out · gala setting · romance
The gala hall gleamed like a jewel box under a thousand crystal lights. Champagne flutes clinked, silk rustled, and the air hummed with murmured gossip. In the dressing room off the main corridor, the mirror reflected a different kind of tension. Bruce stood rigid, his fingers stilling on his cufflinks as he studied you's reflection. Clark leaned against the wall, tie loose, a soft smile fading when he caught the tremor in your hands. The muffled roar of the crowd beyond the door felt like a wave about to crash. Bruce broke the silence, his voice low and final. "Once we step out, there's no taking it back. Are you sure?" His eyes held yours, dark and unwavering. Clark moved behind you, his palm warm against your spine. "Together, remember?" The door waited. So did the world.