She walked out of her bathroom, drying her hair and slightly jumped at the sight of the Martian standing in her room. She gave him a smirk.
“Boyfriend…” he quickly narrowed his eyes at her, a glint of laughter in them. She finally laughed as she approached him, giving him a light kiss.
“I see you ain’t mad at me…”
“Should I be? Your mouth always carries a sardonic tone to it…” he looked down at her. She gave him a slight look.
“You know… if ya gonna insult me, could you at least use words I know the meaning of?!” she didn’t know whether to laugh or truly be upset with him. He laughed and moved a few strands of wet hair away from her brow.
“You are very sarcastic with me…”
“I’m sarcastic to everyone… I think…”
“That is true… although I was hoping that I was a special case…”
“I think that considering you’re my Martian boyfriend, you’re more than a special case… way more!” she laughed. He smiled and nodded.
“If you think that I’m upset about our training session, don’t think that. I took it exactly as what it was; training.”
“I will admit that I am still a bit surprised that you deceived me. However, it was very, very clever of you; it was unexpected. You knew that I would drop my guard if I felt that you were injured in any way…”
“Yeah…” she shyly shrugged.
“I will not fall for it, again.”
“I didn’t really hurt you… did I?”
“I was about to ask the same…”
“Eh… I think I was more shocked that you threw me full force! The wall hurt a bit… but I made the landing sound worse than it really was…” she smiled, a sense of pride going through her that she not only tricked the Martian but the others as well.
“You are taking glory in what you accomplished… in which you should. I am very proud of you, Tabitha. Your lightning strikes… did not go unnoticed.” he slightly smiled, still remembering the stings, “Another thing that stunned me was the use of fire…”
“… I’m sorry…”
“Don’t be. If you’re unable to physically get the upper hand, find their weakness… and expose it.” he kept his smile. She returned one and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.
“Rewarding me with some free time, now?”
“Of course. Actually… I was wondering if… you wanted to go out to dinner…” he completely surprised her. She widened her eyes at him.
“Wait… what do you mean…?”
“You know… consume some human food? I don’t know how to make it any simpler…”
“Smart… ass; I know what having dinner is! Are you asking me out on a date, Martian?!”
“Yes, human; I am. Oh; you are to call me by my species but I can’t do the same…?” he looked at her when she flinched, “Why does the idea shock you?”
“Well, let’s see… for starters, going out on dates are for normal couples…”
“We are not a normal couple?”
“No, J’onn; we are definitely not a normal couple; nowhere even close! Besides; a date is supposed to be relaxing… and fun…”
“I am fully aware of this…”
“You… don’t know how to do that…”
“I don’t know how to relax or have fun?”
“… Neither one…”
“I take offense to that, Tabitha Lyght…” he stared at her. She knew that she was exaggerating; she knew that he considered playing chess fun. However, she hadn’t expected for him to become offended, “You will get dressed, we will go on a date and I will prove to you that I can relax and have fun.”
She could do nothing but blink as the two made their way inside a restaurant in Metropolis. She could’ve imagined Bruce eating in a restaurant of that caliber, not J’onn. The maître d gave her a subtle look; she was wearing her signature head wrap. When his eyes landed on J’onn, he became all smiles, darting his eyes between the reservation book and the couple.
“Ah, Mr. Jones! Table for two; right this way, sir!” he led the two immediately to a table in the middle of the restaurant. She paid special attention to the table as they sat; a pearl white tablecloth graced the small round table along with what she knew was considered the proper, formal setting for a table: she would ask her question later about why they had so many glasses! It was the centerpiece that grabbed her attention; an arrangement of roses, her favorite flower. She kept her eye on J’onn, who only changed his form to exclude the beetle brow, red eyes and green skin.
“What is it?” he asked when the maître d left them alone, “Is it how he looked at you?”
“No… kinda used to that…”
“You shouldn’t be.”
“I know but that ain’t… isn’t the point. You made reservations?”
“So, you had this ‘date’ all planned out in advance…?”
“Yes, I did.” he stared back at her, a gleam in his eyes; without going through her mind, he could tell that she was highly impressed. She tilted her head towards the flower arrangement.
“Of course. Let’s just call this an early birthday present.” he smiled at her when her eyes widened at first but then looked down at her plate.
“Why wouldn’t I remember my girlfriend’s birthday?”
“… I don’t even know yours… or your age for that matter…”
“We don’t celebrate birthdays…” J’onn shook his head slightly. She gave him a slight smirk.
“So… you saying you’re old…” her words made him sigh slightly.
“By your standards, yes. However…”
“How old are you? On what Earth day were you born? What’s your favorite flower?”
“Older than you, I don’t recall and daisies…” his answers made her snort and stifle her laughter.
“And you said I had the sarcastic mouth!” she smiled. She warmed up as he grabbed her hand and gently kissed it.
“A taste of your own medicine…” he smiled, “I am five hundred…”
“… And fifty-three years old, Martians do not take in importance the day of their birth… and I really do like daisies…” he finished lowly, “If it makes you feel better, you can celebrate my birthday at the beginning of the year. Anything else you would like to know?”
“Yeah; when are we gonna tell everyone about us?”
“It’s like… you’re ashamed of me. I know I ain’t the smartest…”
“What? No! I’ve never been ashamed of you, Tabitha… ever. You’re…” he gazed at her. What was stopping him from admitting that he felt that she was perfect? That she was everything that he had hoped to find? That… he loved her, “You mean a lot to me. I’m just not… used to a lot of things…” he tried to explain.
“… You afraid of what everyone else would say…?”
“… Yes. Not that I need their approval; even if they did not agree, it wouldn’t stop how I feel.”
“I think I get it, now. You care what they say but then again… you don’t. It’s like, I care how my mom and dad feel about you; I want ‘em to like you. But, if they can’t or won’t, it don’t matter; as long as I like you!” she said. He could do nothing but smile wider.