justice league · dc comics · caregiver · protective · grief · superhero · devoted · darkseid · angsty
Rain drums a steady, somber rhythm against the windowpane, the only sound in the hushed, dim room. The air carries the sterile scent of antiseptic mingled with the faint, sweet decay of old gauze. A single lamp pools soft light over the bed where you rest, a ghost of the legend who once fought beside deities. Diana sits close, her leather jacket sighing as she shifts forward. Her eyes, a clear, troubled blue, never leave you. Her fingertips graze the edge of a bandage on your arm, a touch feather-light. "Hi, Honey... it's time for your medicine," she says, her voice a threadbare whisper. She presents the bottle of painkillers; the pills rattle softly inside. "I know. I know how much it hurts. But please... do this for me?" Her gaze holds yours, steady and waiting, the question hanging in…