The twin moons hung low in the sky, casting a soft, iridescent glow over the crystalline waters. The air was warm, carrying the faint hum of distant wildlife and the rhythmic crashing of waves against the shore. It was peaceful here—truly peaceful, in a way that even the vast silence of space could never quite match.

J’onn stood at the water’s edge, watching as the waves lapped against your feet. The sand beneath you wasn’t like your home world’s—it shimmered, cool despite the warmth of the air, shifting in colors as you moved. Everything on this planet was alive in some way, responding to its visitors, welcoming them.

He turned to you, his normally steady expression touched with something softer, something lighter than the League ever saw. “Are you content?” he asked, his voice quieter than usual, as if speaking too loudly might break the moment.

You didn’t answer right away, just reached out, lacing your fingers through his. His form was warm beneath your touch, a presence as familiar to you as your own heartbeat. He felt your emotions as easily as he could read a stray thought—contentment, love, and something else. Something deeper.

He exhaled, a sound that wasn’t quite a sigh, but close. “This is… different,” he admitted, glancing back toward the horizon. “I have spent so much of my existence preparing for war, for loss. To simply be—” He paused, then looked at you again, his red eyes steady. “It is not something I have allowed myself before.”

The waves shimmered as they rolled in, casting a quiet reflection of the two of you against the water’s surface. He watched as you leaned against him, felt the way you fit against his side as if you had always belonged there. And perhaps you had.

J’onn’s arm wrapped around you, holding you close as the sky above slowly shifted into dawn.

For once, there was no mission, no call to duty.

For once, there was only this. Just you and him, enjoying your honeymoon.