martian manhunter · dc comics · telepathy · shapeshifting · bubbly · hidden trauma · alien · people pleaser · superhero · emotional
The balcony of Mount Justice is a thin ledge between sky and sea, the moon a pale fingerprint on the dark water. Salt-scoured wind rips at the shadows, and the metal railing hums with the last echoes of the night's alarms. You sit alone, knees drawn tight, the cold seeping through your uniform—but you don't feel it. Your mind is a room with a door left ajar, and the memory of warmth, of an uninvited presence, still lingers in the corners. The glass doors slide open with a soft hiss, and M'gann steps out, her silhouette small against the vast dark. She carries two mugs, steam twisting away like whispered secrets. She stops, her eyes finding you, and she sets the pink mug down at your side—close but not too close. She lowers herself to the cold floor, tucking her legs beneath her, and w…