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urdreamydoodles · 4 months ago

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DC Comics Characters x Fem!OC

You hurt yourself doing home renovations

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Kal-El (Clark Kent), Barry Allen, Diana of Themyscira, Arthur Curry, Hal Jordan, Oliver Queen, John Constantine, Roy Harper, Koriand'r (Starfire), Kara Zor-El (Supergirl), Slade Wilson, Kent Nelson (Dr. Fate), Rachel Roth, Zatanna Zatara & Wally West

Bruce Wayne aka. Batman

- Bruce notices the injury immediately; his sharp, calculating eyes miss nothing. “You’re hurt,” he says, his tone low but with an edge of worry that only someone close to him might detect. He takes your hand gently but firmly, examining the bandage with the practiced ease of someone who’s patched himself up countless times. “What happened?” he asks, his voice even, though his jaw tightens. You explain it was a minor accident during your renovation project, but he doesn’t look convinced.

- Without a word, Bruce retrieves a medical kit and kneels in front of you. His movements are efficient, his touch steady but surprisingly gentle. “This could’ve been worse,” he says as he rewraps the bandage, his voice tinged with a seriousness that makes your heart ache. “You need to be more careful.” It’s not just a suggestion—it’s a command born of a deep fear he rarely voices.

- “I’m helping you finish this,” he declares, standing and rolling up his sleeves. His presence is commanding, as always, and there’s no room for argument. Watching Bruce work is like watching a master strategist; every movement is calculated, every decision deliberate. Despite his seriousness, he pauses occasionally to ask if you’re okay, his concern manifesting in small but meaningful ways.

- As you work together, Bruce’s reserved demeanor softens slightly. He shares stories from his own mishaps at Wayne Manor, a rare glimpse into the man behind the mask. “Alfred still teases me about the time I tried to fix a chandelier,” he says, a faint smile tugging at his lips. It’s in these moments that you see the man behind the Bat—the man who loves you fiercely, even if he struggles to show it.

- That evening, as you sit in the newly completed space, Bruce wraps an arm around your shoulders. “You mean everything to me,” he says quietly, his voice filled with a rare vulnerability. “I can’t lose you.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, his lips warm and firm against your skin. Bruce’s love is steadfast, protective, and unyielding—a shield against the darkness that surrounds him.

Kal-El (Clark Kent) aka. Superman

- Clark’s face falls the moment he notices your injury. “What happened?” he asks, his voice filled with concern. His large, gentle hands take yours, his thumb brushing softly against the bandage. When you explain it was just a small accident during your renovation, his brow furrows in worry. “You should’ve called me,” he says, his voice warm but firm. “I would’ve been here in seconds.”

- He insists on checking your hand, his touch impossibly gentle. “I know it’s not serious, but even small injuries can hurt,” he says, his blue eyes meeting yours with a tenderness that makes your heart swell. As he examines the wound, his movements are deliberate, careful—a reflection of the restraint he always practices to keep his immense strength in check.

- “I’m not letting you finish this alone,” Clark declares, his easy smile returning. Watching him work is a sight to behold—his strength and speed make quick work of the tasks, but he’s careful to include you in the process. “You know, you’re pretty amazing for taking this on yourself,” he says, his admiration clear. “But maybe next time, let me do the heavy lifting.”

- Clark fills the room with his presence, his laughter ringing out as he shares stories of his childhood on the farm. “Pa used to say I could fix anything, but I don’t think he meant it literally,” he jokes, his grin infectious. His positivity is contagious, turning the task into a joyful experience rather than a chore.

- As the day winds down, Clark pulls you into his arms, holding you close as if you’re the most precious thing in the world. “You scared me today,” he admits, his voice soft. “You’re my world, and I can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt.” His love is vast and unwavering, a force of nature as steady and comforting as the sun.

Barry Allen aka. Flash

- Barry is at your side before you even realize he’s noticed your injury. “Hey, what’s this?” he asks, his voice tinged with concern as he gently lifts your hand. His blue eyes dart to the bandage, then back to your face. “You’ve been holding out on me, haven’t you?” he teases, but his worry is evident. “How’d this happen?”

- In a blur, he’s retrieved the first aid kit, his hands moving at super-speed to clean and rewrap your wound. “Don’t worry, you’re in good hands,” he says with a wink, though his focus is absolute. Barry’s always been quick—literally and emotionally—but when it comes to you, he takes his time, ensuring every detail is perfect. “You’ve got to let me know when you need help,” he says, his tone soft but sincere.

- “Alright, you’re officially benched,” Barry announces with a grin. “I’m finishing this for you.” He’s a whirlwind of energy as he tackles the project, moving so fast that you can barely keep track. But he makes sure to slow down just enough to include you, cracking jokes and asking your opinion at every step.

- Barry’s lighthearted nature turns the renovation into a fun adventure. “You know, if this whole superhero thing doesn’t work out, I might have a future in carpentry,” he says, laughing as he perfectly aligns a frame in a fraction of a second. His joy is infectious, and you find yourself smiling despite the day’s earlier chaos.

- At the end of the day, Barry pulls you into his arms, his touch warm and reassuring. “You’re my lightning rod,” he says softly, his words carrying the weight of his feelings. “I need you safe, always.” His love is fast and electrifying, but it’s also deeply grounding—a steady current that ties him to you, no matter how quickly the world moves around him.

Diana of Themyscira aka. Wonder Woman

- Diana’s gaze sharpens the moment she sees your bandaged hand. “What happened?” she asks, her voice steady but filled with concern. She moves closer, taking your hand in hers with a warrior’s precision and a lover’s tenderness. When you explain the accident, she frowns, her lips pressing into a determined line. “You should have called for me,” she says, her voice soft but firm.

- She kneels before you, her hands strong yet gentle as she examines your injury. “Even the smallest wounds must be treated with care,” she says, her tone carrying the wisdom of centuries. As she cleans and rewraps the bandage, her movements are deliberate, each one filled with a quiet reverence for your well-being. “Your safety matters to me,” she adds, her eyes meeting yours with unwavering sincerity.

- “Come,” Diana says, rising gracefully to her feet. “We will finish this together.” She takes the lead with effortless strength and grace, her presence commanding yet reassuring. Watching her work is mesmerizing; every movement is precise, every decision thoughtful. “This is good work you’ve started,” she says, her voice warm with pride. “But let me ease your burden.”

- Diana shares stories of Themyscira as you work, her voice rich with history and passion. “On my island, we build with our hands and our hearts,” she says, her smile radiant. “Each task is an opportunity to honor the strength within us.” Her words inspire you, her belief in your capabilities unwavering.

- That evening, Diana draws you into a gentle embrace, her arms strong and protective. “You are precious to me,” she says, her voice a soft melody. “I cannot bear the thought of you in pain.” She presses a kiss to your forehead, her lips lingering as if to seal her vow. Diana’s love is fierce and enduring, a flame that burns brightly and warmly, illuminating every corner of your heart.

Arthur Curry aka. Aquaman

- Arthur notices the bandage on your hand the moment he walks through the door, his sharp, sea-green eyes narrowing in concern. “What happened, love?” he asks, his deep voice steady but tinged with worry. When you explain the accident, he shakes his head with a low chuckle. “You’re as stubborn as the tides, you know that?” he says, though his expression softens as he takes your hand in his rough but gentle grip.

- “Let me see,” he says, his tone leaving no room for argument. He inspects your injury carefully, his calloused fingers brushing against your skin. “It’s not bad, but you’ve got to be more careful,” he mutters, his voice filled with a protective edge. Arthur’s care is practical, but there’s an underlying tenderness that speaks volumes about how deeply he feels for you.

- “Alright, you’re done for the day,” he declares, folding his arms across his broad chest. “I’ll handle the rest.” Despite your protests, Arthur’s determination is unyielding. Watching him work is a marvel; his strength makes heavy tasks look effortless, but he’s surprisingly meticulous, his movements precise and deliberate. “This is easy compared to wrangling sea monsters,” he teases, flashing you a grin.

- As he works, Arthur regales you with tales of Atlantis, his deep voice resonating like the waves. “Did I ever tell you about the time Mera and I rebuilt the coral spires after a storm?” he asks, his laughter rumbling like distant thunder. His stories are vivid and captivating, his love for his home—and for you—evident in every word.

- That evening, Arthur pulls you into his arms, his embrace as warm and encompassing as the ocean itself. “You scared me,” he admits, his voice low and serious. “You’re my anchor, and I can’t bear to see you hurt.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering as if to soothe away all your worries. Arthur’s love is as vast and enduring as the sea, a force of nature that surrounds and protects you.

Hal Jordan aka. Green Lantern

- Hal’s easygoing demeanor shifts the moment he notices the bandage on your hand. “What’s this?” he asks, his voice filled with concern as he takes your hand gently. His green eyes scan the wound, his expression a mix of worry and amusement. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to play with sharp objects?” he teases, though his grip tightens protectively.

- “Alright, let me play doctor,” he says with a wink, summoning a glowing green construct of a first aid kit. Hal’s touch is careful as he rewraps your bandage, his usual bravado giving way to surprising precision. “You’ve got to be more careful,” he says softly, his tone carrying a weight that shows how much he cares.

- “Looks like I’m your personal handyman today,” Hal declares, conjuring a glowing hammer with a flourish. He tackles the project with his trademark confidence, his constructs turning the mundane task into something almost magical. “See? Easy,” he says, flashing you a cocky grin. “You’ve got the best in the business on your side.”

- As he works, Hal keeps you entertained with his endless banter and larger-than-life stories. “There was this one time on Oa…” he begins, spinning a tale that’s equal parts unbelievable and hilarious. His humor lightens the atmosphere, and his laughter is infectious, making even the simplest moments feel special.

- Later, as you sit together under the soft glow of his ring, Hal wraps an arm around you, pulling you close. “You know, you’re my reason to keep coming back to Earth,” he says, his voice uncharacteristically serious. “I don’t want anything happening to you.” His love is like his willpower—unshakable, glowing brightly and guiding you through even the darkest times.

Oliver Queen aka. Green Arrow

- “Whoa, hold up—what happened to your hand?” Oliver asks, his sharp gaze landing on your bandaged injury. Before you can brush it off, he’s already by your side, gently taking your hand in his. “You didn’t think to call me?” he teases, though his voice carries a hint of genuine worry. “I could’ve handled this in no time.”

- He grabs the first aid kit, his hands surprisingly deft as he unwraps and rebandages your wound. “You’ve got to be more careful, beautiful,” he says, his voice soft but firm. “I can’t have you sidelined—you’re my best partner, after all.” His touch is light, but the protective edge in his tone makes it clear how much he cares.

- “Alright, step aside. The Green Arrow is on the job,” Oliver says, flashing you a trademark smirk. Watching him work is an experience in itself—he’s efficient and surprisingly skilled, despite his playful demeanor. “Bet you didn’t know I was handy with a hammer, huh?” he jokes, his grin lighting up the room.

- Oliver keeps the mood light with his constant humor and quick wit. “You know, I once tried to fix a broken bowstring and ended up snapping three more,” he says, laughing at the memory. His charm is irresistible, and he has a way of making even the most tedious tasks feel fun and exciting.

- As the evening winds down, Oliver pulls you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you. “You scared me today,” he admits, his voice low and serious. “I’ve lost enough people in my life—I’m not losing you too.” He kisses your forehead, his lips warm and lingering. Oliver’s love is bold, passionate, and unwavering, a constant in your life that leaves you feeling cherished and protected.

John Constantine aka. Hellblazer

- John notices the injury immediately, his sharp eyes narrowing as he takes a long drag from his cigarette. “What’s this, then?” he asks, his voice a mix of concern and irritation. He steps closer, taking your hand in his surprisingly gentle grip. “Bloody hell, love, you’ve got to take better care of yourself,” he mutters, his usual sarcasm tempered by genuine worry.

- He doesn’t bother with a first aid kit—instead, he mutters a few words in Latin, and a faint glow surrounds your hand. “There, good as new,” he says with a smirk, though his eyes linger on you with a rare softness. “Don’t make me have to fix you up like this again, yeah?” he adds, his tone light but edged with seriousness.

- “Right, let’s see what mess you’ve gotten yourself into,” John says, surveying the unfinished renovation. He rolls up his sleeves and gets to work, grumbling under his breath but surprisingly competent. “Don’t look so shocked—I’m full of surprises,” he says with a wink.

- As he works, John keeps up a steady stream of sardonic commentary and darkly humorous anecdotes. “This reminds me of the time I tried to patch up a hole in my flat’s wall. Ended up summoning a demon instead,” he quips, his dry humor making you laugh despite yourself. His presence, though chaotic, is oddly reassuring.

- Later, as you both sit in the dim light, John lights another cigarette, his gaze softening as he looks at you. “You’ve got to be more careful, love,” he says quietly. “I’ve got enough demons to fight—I don’t need to be worrying about losing you too.” His love is raw, messy, and laced with his own brand of charm, but it’s as real and unshakable as the man himself.

Roy Harper aka. Arsenal

- Roy notices your bandaged hand the moment he steps in. “What the hell happened?” he asks, his voice laced with concern, though his trademark smirk softens the words. He takes your hand gently, his calloused fingers brushing against yours. “You didn’t think to call me? I’m literally a pro at making bad decisions—and patching them up after.”

- “Alright, sit tight,” he says, pulling out a first aid kit with a flourish. His movements are surprisingly precise, honed from years of taking care of himself and others. “This isn’t bad, but next time, maybe call me before you go all DIY warrior,” he jokes, though the worry in his eyes betrays his casual tone.

- Roy insists on helping you finish the project, despite your protests. “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I let you do this alone?” he says, grabbing a hammer with an exaggerated show of confidence. His work is a mix of skill and chaos—he’s good at what he does, but his playful energy keeps things unpredictable.

- As you work together, Roy’s humor keeps you laughing. “You know, I once tried to fix a broken bow. Ended up breaking three more,” he says, grinning at the memory. He’s full of stories, each one more absurd than the last, but they’re all delivered with a charm that makes you forget about the mess around you.

- Later, as you both sit back to admire the (somewhat chaotic) results, Roy pulls you close, his arm slung around your shoulders. “You mean the world to me, you know that?” he says, his voice softer than usual. “Don’t scare me like that again, alright?” His love is messy but wholehearted, a constant reminder that you’re his anchor in a turbulent world.

Koriand’r aka. Starfire

- Kori’s luminous green eyes widen in concern when she sees your bandaged hand. “Oh no, my love, what has happened?” she asks, taking your hand delicately in hers. Her warmth radiates through her touch as she examines the wound. “Does it pain you? Please, tell me how I can help.”

- She gently kisses your hand, her lips soft and glowing faintly. “On Tamaran, we believe healing begins with love,” she says, her voice filled with sincerity. She insists on tending to the injury herself, her movements careful and deliberate. Her concern is almost palpable, her love for you evident in every action.

- Kori is eager to assist with your project, her strength and enthusiasm turning what could have been a chore into an exciting adventure. “Let us work together,” she says, her smile bright enough to light up the room. Watching her lift heavy beams effortlessly and handle tools with childlike curiosity is both impressive and endearing.

- As you work side by side, Kori shares stories of her home planet. “On Tamaran, we build homes with our families, singing songs of unity and joy,” she says, her voice rich with nostalgia. Her passion for her culture and her desire to share it with you make the task feel meaningful and connected.

- At the end of the day, Kori pulls you into her embrace, her warmth enveloping you like sunlight. “You are my heart,” she says softly, her glowing eyes meeting yours. “I cannot bear the thought of you in pain.” She kisses your forehead tenderly, her love as radiant and boundless as the stars she comes from.

Kara Zor-El aka. Supergirl

- Kara’s superhuman senses catch your injury before you even try to hide it. “Wait—what happened to your hand?” she asks, her tone a mix of concern and mild panic. She’s by your side in an instant, her blue eyes scanning your bandage with laser-like focus. “You didn’t think to call me? I could’ve been here in a second!”

- She insists on checking your injury, her touch gentle despite her immense strength. “It’s not too bad, but I’m still worried,” she admits, biting her lip as she adjusts the bandage. “Next time, promise me you’ll let me help, okay?” Her voice is firm but filled with a tenderness that makes your heart melt.

- Kara takes over the renovation project with her usual enthusiasm, zipping around at super-speed to get things done. “This is so much easier than stopping meteors,” she jokes, flashing you a bright smile. Despite her incredible abilities, she makes sure to include you, asking for your input and slowing down to let you participate.

- As you work, Kara shares stories of Krypton, her voice filled with a mixture of sadness and pride. “Back home, we had machines to do most of this,” she says, a wistful smile crossing her face. “But I think there’s something special about doing it with your own hands—especially when it’s for someone you love.”

- Later, Kara wraps you in a warm hug, her strength carefully restrained but her affection boundless. “You’re my connection to this world,” she says softly, resting her forehead against yours. “I don’t want anything to happen to you.” Her love is like sunlight—pure, strong, and life-giving, a constant source of warmth and light in your life.

Slade Wilson aka. Deathstroke

- Slade notices your injury immediately, his single eye narrowing as he steps closer. “What happened?” he asks, his voice low and commanding. He takes your hand in his gloved one, his touch surprisingly gentle as he examines the bandage. “You’ve been careless,” he says, though his tone carries more concern than reprimand.

- Without a word, Slade pulls out a compact medical kit, his movements precise and efficient. “You should have called me,” he mutters, his focus entirely on your wound. “I don’t like seeing you hurt.” His care is methodical, almost clinical, but the way his fingers linger just slightly on your skin betrays his deeper feelings.

- Slade insists on taking over the renovation, his natural leadership coming through as he assesses the task. “Stand back,” he says, rolling up his sleeves. Watching him work is like watching a soldier in action—every movement calculated, every decision deliberate. “This isn’t my first time fixing something broken,” he quips, his dry humor catching you off guard.

- As he works, Slade shares fragments of his past, his gravelly voice tinged with a rare vulnerability. “This reminds me of when I used to build things with my son,” he says, his expression briefly softening. The glimpses of his humanity remind you of the man beneath the hardened exterior, the man who loves you in his own quiet, fierce way.

- Later, Slade pulls you close, his arm heavy and protective around your shoulders. “You’ve got to be more careful,” he says, his voice a low growl. “I’ve lost too much already—I’m not losing you.” He kisses your forehead briefly but firmly, his love intense and unyielding, like the man himself—a force that shields you from the world’s dangers, even as he battles his own demons.

Kent Nelson aka. Doctor Fate

- Kent’s piercing eyes behind the shimmering Helmet of Fate immediately fixate on your injured hand. “What have you done, my love?” he asks, his voice a blend of the mystical and the concerned. Without hesitation, he removes the helmet, his human side taking precedence. His hands, warm and steady, gently cradle yours as he inspects the wound.

- “This is a simple injury,” he murmurs, his voice calm but resolute. “But even the smallest wounds can lead to chaos if left untended.” A golden light surrounds his hand as he softly incants an ancient spell. The pain fades, replaced by a soothing warmth, though Kent remains watchful. “You must remember, you are precious to me beyond measure.”

- When he sees the half-finished renovation, Kent sighs softly. “It seems I have another task to tend to,” he says with a faint smile. With a wave of his hand, the room begins to shift and transform, guided by his mystical prowess. “Though I prefer to use magic sparingly, I believe this situation calls for a touch of Fate,” he teases lightly.

- As the room repairs itself under his guidance, Kent tells you stories of the endless mystic realms he has traversed. “In the realm of Amathur, they build their homes from living crystal, attuned to their souls,” he says, his voice carrying the weight of eons. His stories are mesmerizing, painting a picture of a universe far beyond your imagination.

- That evening, as the golden glow of his magic fades, Kent pulls you close, his mortal and immortal selves blending seamlessly in his affection for you. “You ground me, even amidst the chaos of the cosmos,” he whispers. “Do not let harm come to you, for you are my anchor to this world.” His love is profound and eternal, like the ancient forces he commands.

Rachel Roth aka. Raven

- Rachel notices the bandage immediately, her dark, violet eyes narrowing. “What happened?” she asks, her voice calm but laced with quiet concern. She steps closer, her fingers brushing against yours lightly. “You didn’t think to tell me?” she adds, her tone carrying just a hint of exasperation masked by worry.

- A soft, dark aura emanates from her hands as she murmurs a healing spell. “Let me take away the pain,” she says softly, her magic soothing the injury. “But next time, be more careful.” Her words are firm, but the tenderness in her actions speaks volumes about her love for you.

- Rachel insists on helping with the renovation, though her approach is unconventional. Using her magic, she levitates tools and materials, fixing everything with an eerie precision. “Why struggle when there’s an easier way?” she quips, a rare hint of humor gracing her usually serious demeanor.

- As she works, Rachel shares pieces of her past, her voice quiet but steady. “I used to dream of having a home like this—something stable, something real,” she admits. Her vulnerability in those moments is a reminder of the strength it takes for her to let you in, to allow herself to love and be loved.

- Later, as the room takes on a serene, almost otherworldly perfection, Rachel sits with you in the quiet. “I’m not used to caring this much,” she confesses, her voice barely above a whisper. “But you… you’ve shown me that it’s okay to let someone in.” Her love is deep and shadowed, like the magic she wields—powerful, transformative, and utterly consuming.

Zatanna Zatara aka. Zatanna

- “What’s this?” Zatanna asks, her sharp blue eyes immediately noticing your bandaged hand. She sets down her wand and takes your hand in hers, her touch warm and gentle. “You’ve been playing with tools without supervision, haven’t you?” she teases, though her concern is clear.

- “Let me fix this,” she says with a wink. She waves her hand, her words spoken backward as a soft, golden light surrounds your injury. “Esael ruoy niaP,” she says, and the pain dissipates. “Much better,” she adds with a playful smile. “But seriously, call me next time.”

- Zatanna insists on finishing the renovation with you, though her methods are far from ordinary. “Why use a hammer when you have magic?” she says, summoning tools and materials with a flick of her wrist. The room transforms under her guidance, every detail touched with a bit of theatrical flair.

- As she works, Zatanna keeps you entertained with stories of her performances and her magical adventures. “There was this one time in Paris where my spell accidentally turned an entire café into a circus,” she says, laughing. Her humor and charisma make even the mundane feel magical, her presence a constant source of joy.

- That night, as the newly restored room glows with a faint magical shimmer, Zatanna pulls you into her arms. “You’re my favorite audience,” she says softly, her voice filled with affection. “Don’t ever scare me like that again, okay?” Her love is vibrant and enchanting, a spell that binds you to her in the most wonderful way.

Wally West aka. Flash

- Wally zips into the room and immediately notices your hand. “Whoa, whoa, whoa—what happened here?” he asks, his words coming almost as fast as he moves. He’s by your side in an instant, gently taking your injured hand in his. “Why didn’t you call me? I could’ve been here in seconds!”

- He rushes to grab a first aid kit, moving so quickly you barely see him leave. “You’ve got to be more careful,” he says as he carefully rewraps your bandage. Despite his speed, his touch is gentle, his eyes full of concern. “Promise me you’ll let me help next time, okay?”

- Wally insists on finishing the renovation, his super-speed turning the task into a blur of activity. “This is easy,” he says with a grin, fixing things faster than you can even follow. “But hey, don’t blink—you might miss my best work!” His enthusiasm is infectious, making the entire process feel like a game.

- As he works, Wally keeps you laughing with his endless jokes and stories. “Did I ever tell you about the time I outran a black hole?” he says, his grin widening. His energy is boundless, his humor a constant source of lightness and joy in your life.

- Later, as the room stands perfectly completed, Wally pulls you close, his usual hyperactivity giving way to a rare moment of stillness. “You’re my world,” he says softly, his voice steady and sincere. “I can’t imagine life without you.” His love is like his speed—unstoppable, all-encompassing, and always rushing to your side.

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urdreamydoodles · 2 months ago

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DC COMICS CHARACTERS x FEM!READER

DC Comics Characters with a S/O who is shy and has social anxiety

Bruce Wayne (Batman)

- Bruce Wayne is a man who understands silence better than most. He does not mistake your quietness for weakness, does not see your hesitation as something to be corrected. He knows what it means to live inside one’s own mind, to wrestle with shadows no one else can see. And so, when you struggle to meet the world’s gaze, he does not push—you need only glance at him, and he understands.

- He shields you from Gotham’s prying eyes without ever making you feel fragile. At galas, where the air is thick with wealth and expectation, his hand remains at the small of your back, a silent promise that you are not alone. If the press grows too bold, if whispers turn sharp, one glance from him is enough to silence them.

- If someone ever mocks you for being reserved, Bruce does not raise his voice. He merely turns, his presence shifting the air itself, and in a voice so calm it is almost cruel, he asks, “Do you truly believe your words matter to me?” They never speak to you again.

- When anxiety claws at your ribs, Bruce does not try to solve it like a detective hunting answers. He does not drown you in reassurances. Instead, he stays beside you, steady as Gotham’s skyline, his presence an anchor when the storm inside you rages.

- At night, when the weight of the world is too much, he lets you curl into his warmth, his heartbeat slow and certain beneath your ear. “You are safe,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your hair. “You are mine.” And for the first time in your life, you believe it.

Kal-El (Clark Kent / Superman)

- Clark Kent loves gently, patiently, with a kindness that feels like sunlight on a winter morning. He never rushes you, never asks you to be more than you are. He simply loves you as you exist, without condition, without hesitation.

- He notices the way your breath quickens in crowded places, the way your hands tremble when too many voices overlap. And so, he stands beside you, tall and unwavering, his presence a shield against the chaos of the world.

- If someone speaks cruelly of your quiet nature, Clark does not glare, does not threaten. He merely tilts his head, a smile so warm it almost burns. “I think she’s perfect the way she is,” he says simply. And somehow, that is more devastating than any punch he could throw.

- When your anxiety spirals, when the world feels like it is closing in, Clark holds you close. “Breathe with me,” he murmurs, his voice like a lullaby. And as he inhales and exhales, slow and steady, you find yourself matching his rhythm.

- At night, wrapped in his arms, the world does not feel so terrifying. “You are my heart,” he whispers, his lips brushing your forehead. “You don’t have to be loud to be strong.” And in his embrace, you believe it.

Barry Allen (The Flash)

- Barry Allen moves faster than the world, but never too fast for you. He sees the way crowds unsettle you, the way words sometimes fail you, and so he slows—just for you, always for you.

- When the world overwhelms you, when voices are too loud, Barry takes your hand and grins. “Come on, let’s get out of here.” And in a blink, you are elsewhere—on a rooftop overlooking the city, in a field where only the wind can hear your thoughts.

- If someone mocks your quiet nature, Barry does not get angry. He simply smirks, vanishes for a moment, and returns with every embarrassing childhood photo of the offender that has ever existed. “Oops,” he grins. “These might just end up all over the internet.”

- When your thoughts spiral, Barry does not try to talk you out of them. He distracts you, making you laugh, filling your world with so much joy that your fear does not stand a chance. “I love you,” he says between kisses, “just the way you are.”

- At night, he holds you close, his heartbeat quick, his fingers tracing patterns against your skin. “No rush,” he murmurs, his voice softer than you’ve ever heard it. “I’ll wait forever for you.” And in that moment, time itself seems to slow.

Diana of Themyscira (Wonder Woman)

- Diana is a warrior, a goddess, a force of nature—and yet, with you, she is the gentlest thing in existence. She sees the way you hesitate before speaking, the way the world feels too big sometimes, and she does not ask you to be louder. She only asks that you let her stand beside you.

- In crowded places, Diana ensures no one speaks over you, no one diminishes your presence. And if they do? Her eyes turn to steel, her voice a blade as she says, “You will not disrespect her.” No one dares challenge her.

- If anxiety grips you, if your hands shake, Diana takes them in her own. “Breathe, my love,” she whispers, her voice like a hymn. “You are stronger than you know.” And somehow, you believe her.

- When the world overwhelms you, she takes you somewhere quiet—a temple, an island, a place where the air itself is soft. “You do not have to fight the world alone,” she tells you. And in her presence, you never do.

- At night, wrapped in her arms, you feel invincible. “You are a wonder,” she whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead. And in that moment, you finally see yourself through her eyes.

Arthur Curry (Aquaman)

- Arthur is the ocean—vast, untamed, and fiercely protective of those he loves. He does not need you to be loud, does not need you to be anything other than who you are. “You’re perfect,” he says gruffly, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

- He notices when the world feels like too much, when your breath quickens, when you shrink into yourself. And so, without a word, he takes you to the sea. The waves crash around you, drowning out the noise, leaving only the two of you. “Better?” he asks, and the answer is always yes.

- If someone ever mocks your shyness, Arthur does not threaten them. He simply raises a brow and says, “Say that again, and you’ll find out how long you can hold your breath underwater.” They never speak to you again.

- When your anxiety consumes you, Arthur does not try to fix it. Instead, he pulls you into his embrace, his strength steady, unwavering. “You don’t have to do this alone,” he murmurs. And with him, you never do.

- At night, as the waves sing their lullaby, Arthur holds you close, his voice low and sure. “You’re safe with me,” he whispers, and in his arms, you finally believe it.

Hal Jordan (Green Lantern)

- Hal Jordan is a man who burns bright, a force of willpower that does not waver. He is reckless, headstrong, loud in every way you are not. And yet, he never makes you feel small. When you hesitate, when words die in your throat, he does not push—he only grins, nudges you playfully, and says, “Take your time, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere.”

- Crowds do not faze him, but he sees the way they unsettle you. At galas, where the air is thick with arrogance, he throws an arm around your shoulders, his presence a barrier between you and the world. If someone speaks over you, dismisses you, he leans in with a cocky smirk. “You wanna try that again?” They always back down.

- Hal does not pity you. He does not try to change you, does not see your quiet nature as something to fix. Instead, he makes the world easier for you—deflecting attention when you need space, filling silences with easy laughter, standing beside you when your voice shakes.

- When anxiety tightens its grip on you, Hal does not give speeches about courage. He simply takes your hand, presses a kiss to your knuckles, and murmurs, “You’re the bravest person I know.” And somehow, coming from him, you believe it.

- At night, as you curl into his warmth, he strokes your hair absentmindedly. “You don’t have to be loud to be strong,” he whispers. “You already light up my whole damn universe.”

Oliver Queen (Green Arrow)

- Oliver Queen has a voice that can command a room, a presence that demands attention. But with you, he is softer, quieter. He sees the way your fingers twitch when too many eyes are on you, the way your breath quickens when conversations turn sharp. And so, he keeps you close, a steady hand at the small of your back.

- He is fiercely protective, but never suffocating. If someone mocks your shyness, he lets them speak, lets them dig their own grave—before utterly dismantling them with a smirk and a well-placed remark that leaves them stunned and humiliated.

- Oliver is patient. When you struggle to find words, when anxiety makes your voice small, he does not interrupt, does not rush you. Instead, he waits, his gaze steady, as if what you have to say is the most important thing in the world.

- When the weight of your own mind is too much, Oliver pulls you away from the noise. “Come on,” he says, leading you to the rooftop, where the city stretches below like a painting. The wind tugs at your hair, the sky swallows the world whole, and suddenly, breathing is easier.

- At night, when you lie beside him, his fingers tracing lazy circles against your skin, he murmurs, “You don’t have to change for me, sweetheart.” And in his arms, you realize—you never want to.

John Constantine

- John Constantine is a man of shadows, of smoke and sin, but with you, he is something else entirely. He does not mock your quiet nature, does not sneer at your anxiety—he understands it. He knows what it means to battle demons no one else can see.

- If someone dares to speak down to you, to make you feel small, John does not waste words. He simply tilts his head, lights a cigarette, and smirks. “Say that again,” he drawls, voice like gravel. They don’t.

- He does not try to fix you. He does not drown you in reassurances. Instead, he is simply there—a hand on your back when the world is too loud, a sarcastic quip to pull you out of your own head.

- When anxiety suffocates you, when your thoughts turn sharp, John does not ask you to explain. He simply takes your hand, murmurs, “C’mon, love,” and takes you somewhere quiet, somewhere the world cannot touch you.

- At night, as you lie tangled together, the scent of smoke and magic in the air, he kisses your forehead. “You don’t have to be loud to be powerful,” he murmurs. “You’re already the strongest person I know.”

Roy Harper (Arsenal)

- Roy Harper is fire and recklessness, all sharp edges and easy grins. But with you, he is soft. He sees the way you hesitate before speaking, the way crowds unsettle you, and so he fills the silence, keeps the world at bay.

- He notices everything. The way your hands tremble when too many voices overlap, the way your breath quickens in unfamiliar places. And so, he stays close, his presence a quiet promise—you are not alone.

- If someone ever mocks you for being shy, Roy does not hesitate. He steps forward, his usual smirk gone, his voice lower than usual. “Say that again,” he challenges. They never do.

- When your thoughts spiral, when anxiety makes your world small, Roy does not try to talk you out of it. Instead, he takes your hand, kisses your knuckles, and says, “I got you.” And somehow, that is enough.

- At night, tangled in his embrace, his voice is softer than the wind. “You don’t have to be anyone but yourself,” he murmurs. “I love you exactly as you are.”

Koriand’r (Starfire)

- Koriand’r is warmth itself, a sun given form. She does not see your quiet nature as a flaw—she sees it as something beautiful. She marvels at the way you observe the world, the way your eyes say more than words ever could.

- She is fiercely protective. If someone ever speaks cruelly of you, her lips part, and suddenly, she is explaining—in the most diplomatic yet devastating way—why they are entirely incorrect and should reconsider their life choices.

- She does not try to change you. She does not ask you to be louder, does not demand that you match her energy. Instead, she meets you where you are, her love a steady, unwavering thing.

- When anxiety grips you, when your hands shake, she takes them in her own. “You are safe,” she says softly. “You are loved.” And with her, you believe it.

- At night, wrapped in her arms, she presses a kiss to your forehead. “You are a star, my love,” she murmurs. “Even the quietest lights shine the brightest.”

Kara Zor-El (Supergirl)

- Kara Zor-El is sunlight and boundless energy, a force of nature that cannot be contained. She soars through life with a confidence you admire but do not share, yet she never makes you feel lesser for it. She finds beauty in your quiet nature, in the way you observe before speaking, listen before acting.

- Crowds do not unnerve her, but she sees how they weigh on you. So she stays close, her presence a shield, her voice filling the silences you cannot. If someone tries to talk over you, she steps forward, her bright blue gaze unwavering. “They weren’t finished speaking.” The world listens to Supergirl.

- Kara has a way of making you feel safe. Whether it’s wrapping you in an unbreakable embrace after a long day or placing a hand on your back when anxiety grips you too tight, she reminds you that you are never alone.

- When your thoughts spiral, she does not push. She simply takes you flying, carrying you high above the earth, where the air is clear and nothing matters but the way she holds you close, whispering, “Breathe, love. Just breathe.”

- At night, as you lie in her arms, she presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You don’t have to be loud to be strong,” she murmurs. “You already hold my whole heart in your hands.”

Slade Wilson (Deathstroke)

- Slade Wilson is a storm contained in a man, all precision and ruthlessness, a blade honed to perfection. He is not gentle, not with the world—but with you, he is something close to it. Your quiet nature does not confuse him; he sees it for what it is—a mind sharper than most, a heart too big for the weight it carries.

- He is not a man of comfort, but he learns for you. When your hands tremble, he stills them with his own. When your voice shakes, he listens. He does not fill silences unnecessarily, but he makes sure you always know he is there.

- If someone mocks you for being shy, Slade does not waste words. He simply turns, fixes them with a stare as sharp as a knife’s edge, and says, “Do you have something useful to say, or are you just wasting my time?” The fear in their eyes is answer enough.

- He does not coddle you, but he protects you fiercely. He teaches you how to steady your breathing, how to hold your ground when the world presses too close. “You don’t have to be like me,” he tells you, voice low. “But I will make sure no one ever makes you feel small.”

- At night, when the world is quiet, he pulls you close, his lips ghosting against your temple. “You’re stronger than you think,” he murmurs, “and I don’t need you to change. I like you exactly as you are.”

Kent Nelson (Doctor Fate)

- Kent Nelson is wisdom incarnate, a man who has seen beyond time itself. He carries the weight of eternity, yet somehow, he still finds wonder in you. He marvels at the way you move through the world, at the quiet strength you do not realize you possess.

- Your anxiety does not unsettle him—he understands the weight of a mind that never quiets. When the noise of the world becomes too much, he takes your hand, leading you into the sanctuary of his magic, where the air hums with ancient power and silence is a comfort, not a void.

- If someone dismisses you, speaking over your soft voice, Kent does not need anger to command attention. He simply tilts his head, the air shifting around him, and says, “You will listen.” The room stills. No one interrupts you again.

- He teaches you how to anchor yourself, how to breathe through the storm in your mind. “There is power in stillness,” he tells you, guiding your hand over an old tome, letting you feel the hum of magic that does not need to be spoken aloud to be real.

- At night, when the weight of the universe is momentarily lifted from his shoulders, he cradles you close. “The quietest souls are often the strongest,” he murmurs against your skin. “You do not have to be loud to leave an impact.”

Rachel Roth (Raven)

- Rachel Roth is a paradox—darkness and light, fire and ice, distant yet deeply feeling. She does not flinch at your social anxiety, does not misunderstand your silences. She simply accepts them. With her, you do not need to explain yourself.

- She knows what it is to be overwhelmed, to have emotions too large for one body. And so, when anxiety grips you tight, she takes your hand, grounding you with a simple, whispered “I’m here.”

- If someone speaks unkindly of you, Rachel does not raise her voice. She does not need to. The shadows around her shift, the air thickens, and suddenly, the offender stumbles over their words, swallowing their own cruelty.

- She never asks you to be anything but yourself. If words fail you, she does not demand them. She understands the language of glances, of fingertips grazing against fabric, of the way your breath catches when the world feels too much.

- At night, as you curl against her, she murmurs against your skin, “You don’t have to change for me.” And in the hush between words, you realize—you never want to.

Zatanna Zatara

- Zatanna Zatara is effortless charisma, a woman born from magic itself. She commands attention wherever she goes, yet she never expects you to do the same. She sees the beauty in your quiet nature, the depth in your silences.

- She does not push you into the spotlight, but she always makes sure you know you belong. If a room is too loud, too overwhelming, she leans close, murmuring soft reassurances in a language older than time, words that hum with warmth and comfort.

- If someone mocks your shyness, she does not lash out. Instead, she smiles sweetly, tilts her head, and mutters a single backward spell that ensures they trip over their own feet every time they try to speak.

- She teaches you that magic is not always about grandeur. Sometimes, it is in the smallest things—in the way she always seems to know when you need space, in the way her fingers brush yours before lacing them together, in the way her voice steadies yours when you feel like disappearing.

- At night, as the world fades into quiet, she presses a kiss to your forehead, her voice soft as a spell. “You don’t need magic to be special,” she whispers. “You already enchant me just as you are.”

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