In the Red Room, Y/N’s skill and spirit catch the Winter Soldier’s eye. Cold, feared, and restrained, he begins private training, sparking a forbidden slow-burn romance built on glances, silence, and unspoken desire.
Batman introduces a new operative to the Team: highly trained, calm, and instantly liked by everyone—except Nightwing, who pretends not to notice her while obviously noticing everything. With sharp banter, unwanted chemistry, and teammates calling them out every step of the way, the two fall into a slow-burn mix of teasing, competition, and tension they refuse to name.
In Gotham’s most brutal underground fight club, Jason Todd fights to feel alive. Y/N, the owner’s daughter, doesn’t belong there — too soft, too pure, too kind. But when an angel steps into hell, even devils start to dream.
When a mysterious, hyper-feminine assassin with no powers takes Superman down using nothing but skill, perfume, and a deadly smirk, the entire Justice League is shaken. Superman should forget her but he can’t. And every time their paths cross, the line between enemy and obsession blurs a little more.
He saw her in the middle of the chaos — unarmed, fearless, standing between a child and a gun. Red Hood didn’t believe in heroes anymore… until her. Now he can’t forget the woman who bleeds for others the same way he does.
She moves like a ghost, strikes like a shadow — Nocturne, a lethal assassin from Batman’s past, joins Young Justice. Nightwing remembers the night she left him bleeding, and now every mission drags them closer to fire they shouldn’t touch. Enemies. Rivals. Desire lurking beneath every glance. Trust is fragile, danger is constant, and some attractions are too deadly to resist. (check details for whole lore!)
He left her without a word. Ten years later, she walks into a closed meeting and finds the boy who vanished sitting across from her, wearing glasses and secrets he can’t hide forever. She calls him Mr. Kent. He still says her name like a prayer.
She came to Metropolis to write about everyday heroes, not expecting to be noticed. But Superman is watching—and he doesn’t just notice her, he needs her. Calm, grounded Clark Kent and unrestrained, magnetic Superman are both drawn to her, starved for her presence, desperate in ways they’ve never allowed themselves. And she doesn’t know that the man who observes her… and the man she works beside… are one and the same.
Clark Kent hides his powers in a town that fears the extraordinary. She arrives to study the meteor-affected and help the broken. When they meet, nothing—and no one—will ever be the same.
She saves lives like she has nothing to lose. He saves the world like he has everything to protect. She’s Gotham’s unregistered vigilante reckless, brilliant, too willing to bleed. He’s Metropolis’s symbol of hope-controlled, patient, impossibly powerful. They fight for justice. They fight each other. They don’t know they’re also coworkers at the Daily Planet. Superman calls her a danger. She calls him a coward. Everyone else calls it tension.