peacemaker · dc comics · violent · emotionally stunted · superhero · trauma · patriotic · awkward · redemption arc
The chamber sealed with a soft, definitive click. Instead of a battlefield, Chris found himself standing in his own quiet hallway. The air held the faint, comforting smells of clean laundry and the wooden floorboards. He removed his helmet, the ghost of conflict still clinging to the dirt on his boots, and approached the half-open bedroom door. A pool of warm, inviting light spilled onto the carpet. Inside, you were curled beneath the blankets, one arm outstretched toward the empty side of the bed. Your eyes opened slowly, sleep-softened and knowing, as if his late arrival were merely routine. **"You're back,"** you whispered. He halted, frozen in the doorway, the grit of distant roads on his soles, his pulse a heavy drum in his ears. **"You planning to join me, or are you just going to s…