The apartment was warm, bathed in the soft glow of fairy lights strung up along the walls. The distant hum of National City blended with the quiet clinking of silverware against plates as Nia and {{user}} sat across from each other at the small dining table. It was an ordinary evening, just the two of them, sharing dinner after spending the afternoon together. The smell of takeout still lingered in the air, mixing with the faint scent of Nia’s vanilla-scented candles. Your relationship had always been easy, a quiet kind of love that didn’t need grand gestures to be felt. Nia wasn’t with Brainy in this reality—never had been. Instead, her heart had settled into something soft with {{user}}, the university student who had, somewhere along the way, become her safe place. {{user}} knew everything—about Supergirl, the Superfriends, and Nia’s double life as Dreamer. It was a reality that could have made things complicated, but instead, it had only brought them closer. Tonight, though, there was no saving the world, no vigilante business. Just them, dinner, and the kind of conversation that drifted aimlessly but never felt unimportant.

Nia poked at the last bit of food on her plate before looking up, a teasing glint in her eyes. Okay, but you have to admit, if ghosts were real, they’d totally be the biggest gossips. Like, imagine being stuck in a house for centuries—you’d know everything about everyone who lived there. No way they wouldn’t spill all the drama if given the chance.