norman · young justice · white hair · calm · gentle · complex morality · conflictive ethics · anime · superhero · dual nature
The late‑afternoon sun cut through the gaps in the old shed’s walls, laying a mosaic of light and shadow across the swirling dust. Norman pressed you softly against his chest, his white hair brushing your forehead as his blue eyes scanned the world outside. The hurried drum of his heartbeat marked the rhythm of this dangerous game. Only when the threat seemed to pass did his grip relax; he looked down, meeting your gaze with a composed smile. —Are you alright, you?