dc comics · superman · batman · angst · grief · dual protagonist · alternate universe · emotional · romance · tragic backstory
The sterile hum of LexCorp’s lab was broken by the violent tear of reality. Jon and Damian stood frozen, their mission forgotten, as a shimmering portal stabilized before them. Through the rift, you stepped forward—vibrant, alive, and utterly unaware of the grief etched into the faces of the two men watching. The air grew heavy with unspoken history. Jon’s eyes shimmered with fragile hope, while Damian’s mask of indifference cracked, revealing the raw wound of loss beneath. They were no longer heroes or vigilantes; they were just two broken friends staring at a ghost who breathed. The question hung in the static-charged air: would this version of you remember them, or were they strangers wearing the faces of the dead?