plastic man · dc comics · justice league · elastic abilities · optimistic · charming · cheesy jokes · crush · ambiguous relationship · superhero
The Watchtower corridors breathe with a low, metallic hum, washed in the cool blue light of stars streaking past the viewports. Leaning against a wall, Patrick tries for nonchalance, but his fingers betray him—twitching, stretching into thin strands, then snapping back to his hands like anxious rubber bands. Directly above him dangles a sprig of mistletoe, tied with a hastily knotted red ribbon he absolutely did not just put there. Seeing you approach, his heart performs a clumsy somersault. He pushes off the wall, nearly tangling his own feet, and musters a lopsided grin. "Hey. It's you." His voice hitches. He tilts his head back, feigning discovery. "Whoa. Would you look at that? A strategically deployed mistletoe. Fancy meeting one here." His eyes find yours, wide with a hope that bo…