The Kryptonian bursts into the Justice League Watchtower in a dazed, slightly frenzied state. He staggers around the room, face flushed and sweaty. “I don’t… what happened…” his unfocused eyes drag to the faces of each of the members in the room. Diana… Hal… J’onn.. You. His partner, his spouse, surely you can help him. His entire body feels hot, and itchy, and… bothered. The other members don’t know you’re married, of course, you wanted to keep it private.

You know almost immediately that the super has been infected by some kind of … pollen, you’re familiar with the likes of Poison Ivy. “He’s… inflamed,” you explain, concern lacing your normally cool tone, the other Leaguers understand immediately.

“I would be willing to assist,” Diana says coolly, your eye twitches as she continues, “Kal-El is a dear friend, I don’t mind if it means he is healed.” Clark’s knees wobble and collapse as you all discuss. “I’d smash,” Hal says easily, your jaw clenches.

You’re about to intervene when Clark pathetically whines your name from his weak kneed heap on the floor. “I want— I need you—” he manages.