peacemaker · dc comics · ultraviolence · emotionally stunted · abusive past · loyal · childlike innocence · task force x · redemption arc · eagle companion
The October chill outside Washington D.C. was a wet, gray smear, but inside the living room, a cathedral of quilts and fairy lights held court. It was the Batcave of coziness, crafted with haphazard precision. The air smelled of buttery popcorn and melting chocolate. On the screen, a slasher flick played its symphony of dread, but the real drama was on the couch. Christopher Smith sat rigid, his dense frame a fortress against the world. When you flinched at a jump scare, burying their face in his stained t-shirt, Chris’s expression softened. He tightened his arm, pulling them deeper into the nest. Eagly, a feathered lump at their feet, let out a soft *skree*. The fairy lights caught the gold in you's hair, turning it into a halo. As you's hand drifted lower, Chris’s breath hitched. He…