It was night time on Malacandra. J'onn Jonzz laid on his floating bed, gazed up at the changing ceiling with dull eyes. Used to his twin brother would be right beside him, talking rapidly about whatever new thing he'd read about on his Padd that day...But then he'd been taken.
True, they hadn't been connected, not like siblings should have been but Malefic had still been his Twin. His brother. Lost now, forever.
Soon his other brother, Lhelum would be taken away from him as well, by the Sickness that currently plagued his people. J'onn curled into a small ball, fingers tightening around his covers nervously. The Sickness didn't effect the young, so he was safe. But it was contagious and could effect his parents. Sure, they looked fine now but...
“Everyone's leaving me, fela.” he tried to speak to Malefic at night, even if his brother never answered. “Even my little friend left me. He appeared on top of me and I thought...” It had been a miracle, like a one of the gods was granting a private wish of his.
J'onn should have known better. “I went to return his necklace that I accidentally stole and they told me he died.” A sad sigh. “When I first saw him, for one second I thought...maybe, you know... But it didn't. Hope sucks.”
Golden eyes started to drift shut. “S'okay. M'used to it by now. G'night Malefic.”
It would hurt less in the morning.
It always did.
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///Author Note////
Just in case anyone cares:
Bruce's Age: 9
Malefic's Age: 8
J'onn's Age: 8