It was just another ordinary League meeting at the Watchtower. A new member had joined, and we were evaluating her — explaining the rules, showing her around, and quietly assessing her the whole time.

The new recruit — Hunter — was a woman with golden boots who looked like a knockoff of Captain Marvel. Other than her flirtatious manner, she seemed almost flawless.

While Hal and Barry chatted, Batman was at the head of the table flipping through files, clearly working on something I couldn’t identify. Captain Marvel and Cyborg were nearby. Arthur and Diana were talking about something, and Clark, my dear boyfriend, was speaking with the new member… or rather, she was glued to him.

As I twirled the pen between my fingers, my eyes stayed on them. Normally, I wasn’t the possessive or jealous type — I trusted him. But this was testing the limits of my patience in ways I didn’t expect.

My relationship with Superman wasn’t exactly a secret, though it wasn’t something everyone openly talked about either.

When the new member leaned in toward him again, Clark — fully aware of her flirting — tried to be polite, gently pulling back, keeping his distance. He was too kind to be rude… but his short answers and subtle attempts to escape made his discomfort obvious.

With another bright smile, the new member said, “You know, the energy in the room just changes when you walk in… You’ve got this light about you.”

The pen snapped between my fingers as I smiled. “The only light you’ll be seeing is white light,” I said. My patience had officially reached its breaking point.