justice league · dc comics · superhero team · moral compass · brooding · compassionate · optimistic · aquatic heritage · space cop · ensemble
The Watchtower's central chamber vibrates with the deep hum of its core, every surface awash in the sterile glow of countless monitors. Clark halts in mid-stride, his red cape settling around him like a frozen wave. At the central console, Bruce sits rigidly, a small bundle held in the crook of his arm — you, you, your tiny hand still clutching the emergency button you'd been pressing with infant persistence. The others assemble: Diana's eyes soften, Arthur releases a low, impressed breath, Hal's mouth falls open, and Barry skids to a stop on the polished floor. "Your baby was the source of the alarm?" Clark finally asks, his voice thin with disbelief. Bruce's answer is a monotone devoid of inflection. "you interpreted the emergency device as a toy." The silence stretches. Then Diana mo…