4 J'onnslash drabble-thingies

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 Just four alphabetical snippets, weighing in at under 100 words each, exploring pairing ideas. Sorta like character sketches, but of relationships. None above PG. May be considered prompts if any reader feels so inclined, but mainly just me thinking out loud.

And I own nothing.

Arthur: Quiet

Surface dwellers say that if you hold a seashell to your ear, you can hear the sea. But for the King of the Seas that is true of everything, and is no longer remarkable. But now, when he holds green fingers tenderly to his lips, he can hear a far rarer and more beautiful sound. He can hear the steady thump of a lonely Martian heart beating only for him, a sound that has become precious beyond his power to express in words. But that is the beauty of his love for J'onn.

Words are unnecessary.

Bruce: Hope

Bruce is a man forged in pain; it is something he and J'onn share, that intimate knowledge of loss. But J'onn is so much more to him than a mirror for remembered anguish. For him, J'onn has become the incarnation of Hope, with his tranquility, his caring, his constant courageous outstretching of his wearied heart to all who care to touch it. And that is as it should be. A love built on hope cannot help but be richer and more enduring than one built of pain.

For the depth of love in his heart, Bruce is willing to hope.

Clark: Warmth

Clark is a child of the Sun, and thus a child of Fire. At least to J'onn. Clark stands before him as a pillar of flame, utterly radient, and it must surely be a strange and wonderful thing that he is able to take that flame in his arms, taste it, hold it inside himself, and feel nothing but the immense warmth and love of it. Clark speaks laughingly of true love conquering all, but there is a current of conviction underneath it, and J'onn is slowly beginning to share that unspoken belief.

Because really, how can he not?

Dick: Youth

Watching his lover, J'onn is perpetually stricken by the joy of the man. He knows Dick has seen pain and loss and anger, but seeing the simple pleasure the younger man takes in fluid motion, in friendship, in all the varied facets of his life, J'onn knows his soul is that of the ever-young. Dick is a single clear note against the declining melody of Mars, against the ascendant cacophany of Earth, and there are times when J'onn fears that he is robbing someone deserving of that purity and youth.

Then Dick smiles slyly at him, and he doesn't care.