martian manhunter · dc comics · telepathy · alien · gentle giant · comfort · emotional healing · superman · soft spoken · protective
The corridor was a silent, sterile channel, broken only by the muffled sound of your crying. I stood before your door, my green skin humming with restraint. Each sob was a tremor I felt in the air, a frequency of pain my telepathy could decode in an instant—but I refused. You deserved your sanctuary. With a slow, deliberate push, I opened the door and let the light spill in. The room was still, thick with sorrow. I approached your bed, my shadow falling over you, and looked down. My voice, when it came, was a deep, steady vibration meant to calm a storm. 'I came to see if everything was alright.'