I had the desire to write some stuff about the Minutemen, but I was stuck because they are not featured quite enough for me to have a grasp on their personalities. But this is a scene between Hollis (the Night Owl) and Byron (The Mothman) after Byron has been put in an insane asylum. Slash could be implied, or it could just be a close friendship, either is okay.
Hollis entered the room quietly, cleaning his glasses and sliding them on. He sighed, pulling a chair up to the bed. "Byron."
"You came," he whispered, his hands reaching out.
Hollis took his hands, "Of course I did. I always come. How are you doing?"
"How do I look like I'm doing?" he swallowed, "My arms and legs are bound... I'm trapped in here... you're the only one who comes to see me..."
"I'm the only one who knows you aren't crazy," Hollis smiled, maybe bitterly. "At least no more crazy than the rest of us."
Byron didn't meet his eyes, "You aren't crazy."
He smirked, and changed the subject, "Do you want to eat something? I could ring for lunch."
"N-No," Byron whispered, "Just sit with me."
"Of course," Hollis said, out of habit starting to pick things up, sitting up the photo of the Night Owl and Mothman standing together.
"I was trying to get it," Byron said, "I knocked it over and it was too far to reach." Hollis handed it to him, holding his other hand with both of his. Byron smiled, "We were so young."
"It was only taken a few years ago. You're still young."
"I don't feel like I am."
"You are," Hollis kissed his hand gently, "You have plenty of time left."
"Stuck in here."
"I'll visit more often."
"You shouldn't have to."
"I'll ask the others to come."
"I don't want to see them. I only want to see you."
"Then I'll come," Hollis leaned in a kissed his forehead gently, "I'll come."