Dick stared at the alien on his couch as it munched on one of the couch cushions.

He still couldn't figure out how this had even happened.

He found you about a week ago at a restaurant, except you weren’t eating the food on the menu, oh no, you were eating literally anything else. And that was your alien-y power.

You could eat anything. Like, anything.

You name it. Busses, tables, couches, people.

He then dragged you out of the restaurant and back to his place.

Now you were sitting on his couch, your antennae twitching every once in a while as you kept on chewing away at the cushion.

“{{user}}… That’s- That’s not food, drop it” he said in an exasperated tone.