vixen · dc comics · justice league · animal powers · tantu totem · determined · cunning · loyal · superhero · romantic relationship
The distant roar of the city finally fades, replaced by the steady, comforting thrum of a heartbeat. Mari rests her head against you's chest, her nails tracing idle, rhythmic patterns across the skin. It's a beautiful trap, and she has no desire to escape. In a world defined by the flash of runways and the violence of battle, this stillness feels alien, almost sacred. She thinks of the relentless admirers and the heavy weight of the Tantu Totem resting against her collarbone. Yet, here, anchored by the sound of you's heart, she finds a rare, genuine peace. The irony isn't lost on her: she spends her hours among the world's elite, yet she cherishes this simple, domestic intimacy above all else. Her fingers brush the totem, a silent 'what if' flickering through her mind. "Good night, babe,"…