Young Justice Boyfriend/Husband Scenarios

How you met (Impulse)

Idk. This is literally how so many scenario books start, and I wasn't sure how you would meet each character in a original way, so I just didn't begin with a lengthy chapter like this. Fair warning though this one doesn't consist entirely of original content (because I can, and it makes it more convenient). You also have a character in this one, so you will be addressed as me and I. (Y/S/H/N)= your super hero name
Warning: spoilers!!!(duh)
Bart: That and you were just lazy...
Me: *clenches fist* Shutup, idiot!! Also, I mean, maybe but whatever; let's just start the story for my sweet (unlike someone I know) readers

The computer warned me, Beast Boy, Robin, and Nightwing of an intruder in the cave. "Ta-da!!" a relatively young, about your age, looking boy exclaimed as he stepped out of the device that crashed. You analyzed his features briefly in an attempt to discover exactly how perilous he is. Doesn't look too threatening, but I can't underestimate him. Better play it safe and not cast any magic on him until more information is given. "Guess we found the unknown energy impulse," BB said. "Impulse, that's so crash! Catchy, dramatic, one word like Nightwing, Robin, (Y/S/H/N), and Beast Boy! Or, actually, that's two words," he quickly stated, "Like Blue Beetle. Hey, is he here too? Nevermind, Impulse can find that out for himself!" he said, pausing for a moment before taking off. So he has super speed. This should be easier than I thought if he doesn't have any other powers. My elf powers will suffice I'm sure. Nightwing instructed us to go after him. I sped down the hall, contemplating where he could be. If it's Blue Beetle he's searching for.... I caught up to him and spelled under my breath, which turned him towards me, and stealing the chance, I jumped on him. He whistled. "Wow, you're even hotter than in the books." While still straddling him, I pinned his arms above his head and cast another spell that bound both of them and both his feet together. I bit my lip. I mustn't become flustered, I thought, although it was pointless considering I was already blushing a million shades of red. I wish I could hide it, so he doesn't get the satisfaction of viewing me blush due to his remarks, but I cannot. I heard Nightwing's footsteps and got off "Impulse."
Afterwards, we seated him and questioned him. Supposedly, he was from the future, which I'm not sure I believe. Sure, he knew some things, but does that really make him an unlikely acquaintance from the future? I don't know, I'm not buying it. I sighed.
(***le timeskip brought to you by Juvia's Gray-sama dolls)
"Seriously?" I said to myself, utterly annoyed at Nightwing's previous announcement. He is actually serious about making him part of the team. A low growl rumbled in my throat as I walked to the kitchen. Hmm. ...really? Is there anything delicious in here? I spotted a pizza. Okay, nevermind. I am content with their supply. Suddenly, a pair of arms sneaked around my waist. I squealed and jumped in surprise, heat rushing to my cheeks rapidly. "Whatcha doing (Y/N) ?" Bart asked, me turning around to face him. I crossed my arms. "None of your business, idiot." He lightly chuckled and walked towards me, my butt hitting the counter in the process. He leaned closer, staring straight into my eyes. His finger suddenly poked my side, causing my back to arch. Losing the poker face expression, I instead glared at him. "Ugh, seriously? Grow up," I mumbled, averting my eyes. Dang blushing again. Curse my naturally reserved nature. He broke the staring connection and kissed my cheek. Okay, who does this guy think he is? I can't let him do that! My hand raised to slap him, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Besides, I thought with a sweat drop, he kinda already has my hand down. It must have been easier considering I didn't plan to use my strength or anything. He stayed silent for a second and then inquired as to what he could do to help me. I sighed in exhaustion of what previously occurred and decided I might as well let him. He inserted the pizza in the oven and we sat there conversing for a fairly short time period. Not about anything personal of course, but it did seem he enjoyed talking with me. He's so.....so.... How do I describe it? I can't find an accurate term for it. Once the pizza was finished, we both consumed the cheesy goodness. You know, this could've been worse. It was - perhaps this is illogical to say - pleasant. I still don't trust him, but at least, currently, I am not forced to.