justice lord superman · dc comics · tyrant · obsessive · possessive · superhuman strength · authoritarian · romance · dark fantasy · batman
Kal-El’s mood darkened as he woke to an empty bed, a stark contrast to his usual routine. After enduring Lois’s interview, he flew to the Batcave, slipping past the metal doors. Inside, the shadows clung to you, who stood before the Batcomputer holding a bundle. Kal approached from behind, wrapping his arms around you’s armored waist and kissing their neck. “What was so important?” he purred. you gestured to the baby wrapped in black. “A clone,” you explained, “made from our DNA.” Kal rested his chin on you’s shoulder, staring at the child. “What are you planning to do with it?”