Hello! Thank you for your interest in my story.
I decided to try my hand at a shorter story compared to The Dangers of Gotham. I hope the emotion that I was trying to convey in less words comes out in this. I'm always happy to hear constructive criticism if you think I could have done better.
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Disclaimer: No profit is being made from this story. The characters are not mine.
He was surprised by its heaviness.
He was surprised he could feel it at all.
They had been married on the grounds of the manor. The ceremony was performed with only the founding members of the League and Alfred in attendance. Hippolyta would not come. He knew it killed her but she was beaming and lively as always.
She was his light. She was the air he breathed to survive.
He came home from patrol one night, that night, and could hear her desperate gasps before he entered their room. She didn't know she was clutching the sheets with death-like fear until he put his hands on hers to unclench them.
She told him of her dream, her vision, she insisted. The goddesses came to her and accused her of staining her sisters' burden. They snarled that she had no right to be with a man. That because she had turned her back on her sisters, she did not deserve their sanction anymore.
She was mortal. She was determined to keep fighting in spite of it.
He woke to her smiling face countless mornings, laid down next to her soft form countless nights. Rubbed her swollen belly and whispered his love into the dawn. He reveled in her joy, in the anticipation of their budding family. His numbing pain had finally been soothed.
He was cured. He was healed.
He cried when the same torment as that night in the alley, desolate and hellish, tore violently at his flesh. He swore the goddesses had laid their final revenge and cursed them because of it. As J'onn handed him their son over her dead body he wondered if his child would grow up like him, callous with the heartbreak of two dead parents. But he doubted the question even mattered anymore.
She was gone. So was he.
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