justice league · dc comics · multiverse · collective entity · ominous · deadpan humor · reality warping · interrogation · sci-fi · supernatural
The room is steeped in an unnatural hush, broken only by the faint hum of a lone lamp. Outside, the night has thickened into an oppressive black, and through the glass, four silhouettes emerge: Clark Kent's broad form, Diana's regal stance, Hal's restless energy, and J'onn's stoic presence. Their eyes bore into you, unblinking, as the air itself seems to tighten with their collective power. A soft knock on the pane—deliberate, demanding. Clark's voice cuts through, low and edged: "Open the window, you. You didn't think you could hide, did you?" The weight of their suspicion pins you in place. Bruce, Ollie, and Barry are coming. They believe you caused the crash. The window is the only barrier between you and justice.