Hello and Welcome to the Revamped Titans in the Mist. The full story won't continue until August but I wanted to give you a Prelude so we can all adjust to the changes I made to Kal-El and Diana. I took a lot of liberties in this story and combined it with a lot of New 52 things. For example, Superman is not against killing people. A lot of times Superman and Diana try to find ways without killing in this story but sometimes it's the only option thus they have killed. I know some people may see Superman and Wonder Woman in this story as selfish but I don't view it that way. They've given up so much for the world and this time they take something for themselves before it's too late. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the first chapter!
She wakens before the man next to her. The crashing of the waves against the stones of their cliffside villa helps keep the man sleeping. It's the sound she grew up with, a sound that has brought comfort to her, the man that lays next to her and the small bodies in the rooms down the hall.
It is the sound of peace.
The peace that both members had fought for, given to others but never thought they'd have. But they have taken this, the same way they've taken the peace they so desperately deserved. It had cost them a lot but the reward, the peace of mind, the solitude they had created, and the life they now lived was worth it.
The woman cradles her head in one hand, her body turned to face the sleeping man who lay on his back. The woman's free hand traces the man's defined features, following the bow of his lips, the sharp line of his nose, and his bushy, and yet neat eyebrows.
"It's early, my love." The man says, no traces of sleep in his voice. She smiles as the man laces his hand with hers, bringing it to his lips and gently placing a kiss on her knuckles.
"Go back to bed." The woman says, placing a kiss on his forehead. "They'll wake up soon and you'll need your rest."
The man chuckles as he thinks about the sleeping bodies in the room across the hall. Of course, he checks on them, hearing the little grumbles and whimpers but it seems as if they won't wake for another hour, give, or take.
"Or we could take this moment for ourselves." The man suggests, a wicked smirk crawling on his face. His movements are slow, trailing kisses from her wrist, up the woman's arm to her shoulder blades, and her next. The woman relaxes, falling into the bed, the man slowly crawling on top of her.
"This is exactly what led to not having time for ourselves." The woman reminds her husband who chuckles as he lays soft kisses on her neck, leading up to her lips.
The man pauses for a moment, looking into the woman's cerulean blue eyes. His free hand cups her cheek, thumb moving solely, brushing against her soft olive skin, engraving the very feel of her skin into his mind. "But you want more, my love."
The woman doesn't respond, there's no need, they both know he is right. They have not forgotten that night, in a room larger than this, that the pair asked each other if they could have more, if they were brave enough to do it, to reach into the deepest parts of themselves and birth something new that they both could share.
The man lowers his head, his lips only a centimeter touch away from hers. It's then that both of their eyes flicker to the door. As if on cue the bedroom bursts open, and the man is knocked backward on the bed.
"Papa!" a little voice squeaked, burying their face in his chest.
"Woah, there." The man says, his arms wrapping around the little frame that clings to him. "What's wrong?"
"Lyta keeps scaring me!" Lara shrieks, gaining a few kisses on her forehead as her father tries to calm her down.
The wife gives her husband a look and then gets out of bed. She walks across the hall to the room, opening it slowly to see her daughter sitting on the bed, curled up. She checks the crib across from the bed, their son still asleep. The woman then walks towards the bed and sits next to her daughter.
"I didn't mean to." Lyta says softly looking up at her mother.
"It's alright." The woman says, opening her arms and letting her daughter crawl into her side. "Your powers are growing, nothing to fear."
The little girl nods, her arms wrapping around her mother. The woman looks at the door frame, seeing her husband holding their raven-haired daughter on his hip. "Come on, Lyta, the sun is rising."
Lyta flies into her father's free arm. They then walk outside to the veranda, the twin girls sitting on the railing while their father leans between them. The girls giggle as their father points out into the sky, no doubt their eyes looking into the deep void of space.
The wife stands back, holding her son in her hands, no older than ten months. A pull falls on her face as the girls begin to levitate, calling for their father to chase them. It's too early for anyone in this town to be awake, to see this family on their tiny Island. The husband looks back at his wife and their son in her hands, smiling.
This is life they always wanted, and it was finally theirs. She nods at her husband, and he lifts off the ground, chasing after the twins.
A chill runs down Diana's spine and she shuts her eyes, holding her child closely.
"Diana." A voice calls out to her.
"No." Diana hisses. "No. You will not take this from me. I won't let you."
"Diana, we—"
"NO!" Diana shouts, shaking her head and moving quickly, away from the voice, from a presence she can feel. She then bumps into her husband, who came as soon as he noticed a change in the rhythm of her heartbeat.
"Diana." Her husband calls to her, his hands on her waist. "What troubles you?"
Diana looks around, seeing her daughters still flying, the figure has gone but its presence still lingering. Diana looks at their son and then up at her husband. Nothing troubles her. Nothing will ruin this life. Nothing.
"Nothing," Diana replies, smiling at her husband. "I was just—I don't know really, talking to myself, I guess."
The man raises an eyebrow, looking at his wife. Diana leans in and pecks his lips. "I'm alright my love, I promise."
"I love you," Kal says, looking into her eyes.
Those words that come from Kal-El's lips, the lips of her husband, her lover, and the father of her children do their best to soothe Diana, lulls her into a peace that they had taken for six years.
"And I you," Diana replies.
It was their love that had gotten them through the years of being alone until their family grew into this. It was their love that would protect them, come what may.
'No harm shall come to them, as long as I draw breath'
See you guys on August 1st! :)