“I feel like I’m ruining your life,” Cyborg tells you, cupping your jaw to see your split lip better. “Probably wouldn’t be bleeding right now if you weren’t my soulmate.”

His tone is light, like he’s joking, but there’s truth to his words. Being with him means trouble. It means you won’t always be safe. It means he could lose you at any moment.

All because his name is inked on your arm. He’s more like a curse than an actual soulmate, but he can’t bring himself to be without you.