The Intervention

Life Goes On

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The day slowly filters in and out of focus, J'onn brushes away the strands of hair obstructing my view.

'Good morning.'

A soft kiss to my forehead is his reply.

While I'm absorbing his warmth and trying to go back to sleep, he wraps his arm around me, pulling up the blankets and whispering nonsense words till his voice fades away.

The days on the calendar rapidly fly away. J'onn is constantly at my side, feeding me, putting me to sleep, holding me whenever I'm particularly needy and emotional.
Diana and Hawkgirl visit whenever they are free and I find myself opening up to the Themiscerain Princess. She saw me at my worst when J'onn ordered her to fly us to the watchtower during my rescue and hasn't treated me differently afterwards.

I'm not comfortable with the men of the league and often find myself avoiding the places they frequent. If they have noticed this, no one has mentioned although J'onn did try to get me to move to the common areas more often for meals and entertainment.

He hasn't pushed me so far but right now he's not budging on the matter.

'You can not stay in this room forever my love.'

My eyebrow quirks up to challenge his statement, he sighs softly before pulling me into his arms.

'You know I am correct, why fight?'

He's correct of course, it's impossible to avoid men forever, unless, I move to Thymescera with Diana's mother and become a warrior or something similar.

J'onn pulls me out of my musings with large warm fingers cupping the back of my head.

'I will be with you, nothing will harm you. I promise.'

Sighing I relent with a nod and am rewarded with a kiss pressed to my brow. While it makes me feel slightly better, it doesn't fully ease the tension in me.

The men of the league have been mindful ever since that day, they've always maintained their distance, made certain to project their movements when they're with me and have made sure to never crowd me in any room. All their efforts have to a great extent allowed me to be in their vicinity without panicking but I can't control myself whenever I see Batman.

His cloak, the darkness of his suit as well as his unfriendly aura, all of it remind me sharply of Shade. Even though J'onn suppressed the memory, the tinge of anxiety I feel around Batman is enough to make me tuck tail and run back into J'onn's room.

The Dark Knight for his part has never tried to approach me, his watchful gaze always tracks my movements whenever I'm in the same area as he is but he's never tried to talk to me or even smile.

The watchtower canteen is blessedly large and spacious so I dont have to share a table with anyone or step on any toes.

J'onn guides me to a corner table with a large palm on my lower back. If he notices the slight tremble running through my body, he doesn't comment, instead he pulls out a chair for me and seats himself across me.

The noises around us dim as a few of the superheroes turn to look at me, I stare fixedly ahead at the red bands across J'onn's chest until the noise level picks back up to hide my rapid breathing.

Warm green hands still my fingers as they attempt to knot themselves.

"What would like to eat?"

I'm not sure what I would like to eat, the only thing I feel like doing is sleeping and it has been the only activity I have engaged in.

"Anything is fine J'onn,"

The Martian sighs almost imperceptibly before giving my hand a squeeze and making his way to the food trays.

I'm momentarily distracted by the broad sweep of his back, emphasised by his blue cape which almost touches the floor as he walks. My hand travels to my stomach of its own free will while I watch J'onn make his way to the serving lady and ladle the tray with food.

When he turns back to make his way to our table his gaze suddenly darkens and he hurries across the room to me.

The tray is placed in front of me and his warm hand covers my own on my stomach.

'Are you feeling unwell?

At the shake of my head he J'onn settles back into his chair across me and nods towards to food.

We eat in comfortable silence until Diana drops by our table and asks to join us. She engages J'onn in conversation and I smile at the two of them, half aware of their conversation until my eyes catch the Dark Knight's gaze.

He's staring at the Princess with a frown marring whatever is visible of his face. At some 'point he must've felt my gaze for he shifts his eyes to mine and we're both locked into a battle of stares that would rival the twilight series.

If I'm breathing any quicker, I don't notice. The panic I had felt ever since God's men attacked me, has slowly faded and I can meet the Batman's eyes without flinching. I nod imperceptibly at him and he returns the gesture and makes his way over silently.

As I release the breath I hadn't realised I was holding, I notice the silence at my table. Both J'onn and Diana are looking at my interaction with the caped crusader. J'onn offers his seat to the newcomer and slides into the seat next to me.

I know what he's doing, he's preventing Batman from sitting next to me. The unspoken intent is acknowledged by Diana as she smiles at J'onn.

The conversation picks up again and I allow myself to acclimatise to Batman's presence.