The Obsuo - Marvel x DC

It’s already noon by the time you finally open your eyes.

Your room is dim, sunlight slipping through the blinds in thin gold lines across your bed. Your phone buzzes with birthday messages you don’t bother checking yet. Your body feels heavy, not from sleep — just from life.

You drag yourself up, stretch, and head to the bathroom.
Cold water on your face.
Toothbrush.
Shower.
Fresh clothes.
A new eighteen‑year‑old staring back at you in the mirror.

Today is supposed to feel different.
It doesn’t.
Not yet.

You head downstairs.

The smell hits you first — steak sizzling in a pan, garlic, butter, rosemary. Your mother stands over the stove, hair tied back, moving with tired but practiced hands. She glances over her shoulder when she hears you.

“Morning, birthday kid,” she says softly. “Or… afternoon.”

Your father is in his usual place — propped up in the recliner near the window, blanket over his legs, eyes half‑open but warm when they land on you. He gives you a weak smile.

“Eighteen,” he murmurs. “You made it.”

Your mother plates the steak, sets one in front of him, then one for you.
She watches you sit.
She watches you eat.
She watches you like she’s afraid you’ll disappear.

After a few bites, she finally asks, “Where are you going today?”

You swallow, wipe your mouth, and tell her the truth.

“A club. Just for my birthday. I wanna have fun.”

Her face tightens immediately.

“A club? Today? I don’t think that’s a good idea. You know how people get around you. You draw attention without trying. And with your father’s condition—”

“Mom,” you cut in gently, “I’ll be fine. It’s just one night.”

Your father gives a small nod, supporting you even though he looks exhausted.

“Let them go,” he says quietly. “They deserve to feel eighteen.”

Your mother hesitates… then sighs, defeated.

“Just be careful,” she whispers.

You finish eating, grab your jacket, and step outside.
The air feels different — sharp, electric, like the world is paying attention.

By the time you reach the club, the neon lights are already pulsing.
Music thumps through the walls.
People laugh, dance, spill drinks, live loudly.

You slip inside.

And for the first time all day, you actually feel alive.