The Intervention

The Proposal

We make our way out of the restaurant as Andy gives his compliments for the night, both of us content in people watching till we reach my car. Climbing in I turn to J'onn as he closes the door. His human disguise falling away, he dominates the space around him. I try to memorize this moment of him eased back, looking at me with quiet warmth in his red eyes.

"Where shall I drop you off J'onn?"

"The justice league uses teleporters for travel, when you are safely home I will be beamed up."

"Then we have 45 minutes to spend in my car."

"Time that will be well spent."

Oooh the shivers his words invoke, the rumbling quality of his voice make it sound like a statement of a different, more masculine intent. His eyes do not help as they smolder across the small space between us, locking my gaze under his.

The moment crashes suddenly in on me as we stay in the car park, the engine running in the background. Everything feminine in me is startled awake instinctively responding to this large male seated next to me, yielding subconsciously to the intent in his predatory regard. His scent creating a sense of security which encourages surrender.

Even though he's clearly alien my heart beat picks up it's pace and I'm certain J'onn can hear its erratic fluttering. We're locked in a battle of will for what feels like hours before J'onn blinks and the spell is broken. His eyes soften and I almost question my senses but the electric tension in the air leaves no doubt as to what almost happened.

"I apologize," his large green hand settles carefully onto my shoulder. "I lost myself for a moment."

Being dumbstruck isn't very attractive when an apology has been issued but that's me right now. I shake my head at him making sure to give him a reassuring smile while inside I'm wobbling like jelly, afraid to even think of driving while I'm trembling from his intensity. Its fascinating how shadows and gold light can electrify every touch and every whisper of his voice. I had been against his chest hours before in broad daylight with no such reactions but take away the light, the open spaces and introduce a semblance of privacy then watch the magic happen.

His hand drops from my shoulder, his fingers accidently grazing their way down to my elbow, fire breaks out under my skin wherever there was contact but his sorrowed eyes douse the flames instantly. Catching his wrist I'm again struck by how built this alien is, my fingers can't even encircle his wrist!

"J'onn," I'm silenced by his finger coming close to my mouth.

"No. Do not excuse it."

I guess Martian culture must not collide well with that of Earth. That would also explain Diana's frustration with him. He may have chosen to protect his new home but it is by no means a home to him. It may as well be an orphanage: A place you end up in out of lack of choice.

Its a conversation to be had with him on a later day so I nod and drive the car out the parking lot. We steadily cruise down each lost in thought. The silence is not oppressive but it is distracting so I turn the radio onto a nice station full of slow jams for background music. We both relax listening to the soothing instruments.

J'onn watches me as I park the car and walk to my door, he's looking at my house with unsettled eyes.

"Are you alright?"

"Of course J'onn." I smile up at him as he throws an uneasy glance behind me.

Suddenly holding me by the shoulders he looms over me looking deadly serious. "If you need me, do not hesitate to call me."

"I will J'onn."

The disturbed look in his eyes has not dissipated, might as well calm him. I wrap my arms around his waist, my head resting comfortably on the red X of his uniform. J'onn tightens his arms around me winding one arm across my back and the other pressing my head further to his chest, his body offering immense shelter. There's a sense of foreboding in this, like the first shoe is waiting to drop on me. Looking up at him just confirms it. He looks pained.