Madmaid

He never thought he would see them again.

Not here, not now — not standing a few feet away in the middle of a too-loud party in G

It’s been a while since the break.

Not a “we’re taking space” break. Not a “we’ll talk when things cool down” break. The

Johnny Storm had never been one for love.

Love meant staying still—meant choosing one gravity when his whole life had been about escape

Clark and {{user}} had been steady—quietly, profoundly so—for years. Two heroes learning how to exist in the same space

It’s been a month since I clawed my way back into my own body.

A month of surveying the wreckage Otto Octavius left behind like it wa

Working with superheroes is… insane. Amazing, spectacular, borderline unbelievable—especially considering I’m technically one of them no

The man of steel—a man so soft-hearted it felt almost wrong that the world called him indestructible. His compassion was something you h

The moonlight poured into Damian Wayne’s room that night, soft and pale as milk. But something in the air felt wrong. The si

He should’ve seen it coming.

He always should.

Especially when it came to multiverse incidents — the kind that tore thr

Jesus… he really needs to stop looking forward to crime scenes.

Now that sounds morbid as hell, doesn’t it?

But it’s not wha

It’s been two years since I met her — the one and only. My heart. My anchor. My everything. And by God, I would bleed, break, and di

The night hung heavy over Gotham, cloaked in the usual mix of fog, neon, and the distant wail of sirens. Crime lingered at eve

Clark Kent had seen a lot.

Aliens. Gods. Monsters. Lois Lane before her first coffee.

But this? This was different.

This… this

A Long Night, A Soft Landing

Peter Parker came through the window like a ghost of exhaustion — the quiet thump of his feet l

The sting of antiseptic cuts through the quiet like a whisper of fire, and you flinch. Not dramatically — just a wince and a sharp inhale — but it’s

I promised myself I’d be different than Bruce.

Different in every way.

That promise started when I took up the mantle of

I’m done.

Not in the dramatic, storm-out-the-door kind of way. No fireworks, no last words etched in anger. Just… done. I’ve come to

It’s been a long night.

Not the kind that leaves buildings smoldering or emergency sirens ringing in our

It’s been exactly one year, three near-death experiences, and six broken mugs since you moved in with The Question.

Not that you

-Dc vs. vampires-

The days passed, though they no longer felt like days. Since Gotham fell—since the world fell—time had lost all meaning.

Dick Grayson had seen a lot in his time — bloodied masks, rooftop brawls, and more weird cults than he cared to co

“Maybe… a few kiddos?”

Into.

The sun hung high above Metropolis, casting golden light over Centennial Park, where the Justice League had transformed a wid

The sky above Gotham was always some shade of gray—tonight it was slate black, barely tinged with moonlight. The wind crept through t