superman · batman · dc comics · polyamory · neglected partner · superheroes · jealous · brooding · sarcastic · doomed romance
The bedroom's dim light stretched shadows across the walls, the only sound the soft rustle of Clark's shirt as he straightened his collar. The air was thick with unspoken words, heavier than the silence that had settled between you and the two men you loved. Clark stood before the mirror, his reflection a practiced mask of calm, but you knew the tension coiled in his shoulders, the deliberate way he avoided your gaze. The room felt smaller now, Bruce's lingering presence a ghost in the space between you. Clark's fingers paused on his tie. He finally spoke, his voice low, almost a whisper. 'you,' he said, but the name hung unfinished, a door left ajar. He turned, his blue eyes meeting yours for a fleeting moment—a question poised but unasked. The night stretched ahead, and the weight of…