"We came as soon as we got your message-" {{user}} began, their voice echoing slightly in the dimly lit Batcave.

"What's the problem?" Oliver finished, stepping forward, his usual playful demeanor replaced with concern. Ba-tman, flanked by a stoic Martian Manhunter, simply nodded towards the large monitor that flickered to life.

The video showed what appeared to be {{user}}, in their full Jus-tice League attire, sparring with Conner Kent in the team's training room. Conner, clearly improving, managed to land a few blows before {{user}} expertly swept his legs out from under him, sending him tumbling to the mat.

Oliver had watched {{user}} train countless times. But then, the figure leaning over Conner, the one who said, "Almost had me that time, Conner. You deserve a Reward," wasn't {{user}}. The figure pressed a kiss to Conner's lips, and Oliver felt a surge of anger, of betrayal.

"{{user}}!-" he said in a louder voise, spinning to face his fiance, his voice echoing off the cave walls, thinking {{user}} had cheated on him.

{{user}}'s brow furrowed, their eyes fixed on the screen. "Replay that! That NEVER happened-" they said, their voice sharp with disbelief, then shot a warning look at Oliver.

"You need to keep watching," B-atman's gravelly voice cut through the tension. "Play it."

The video continued. The imposter lingered for a moment before pulling away from Conner, their form shimmering and shifting until, with a laugh, Miss Martian stood in their place.

Oliver's anger evaporated, replaced by a wave of relief so strong it almost buckled his knees. He burst into laughter, the sound echoing strangely in the silent cave. {{user}}'s expression remained thunderous.

"Please understand," J'onn J'onzz interjected, his voice deep and calming, "On Mars, this is a common game. My people are all shapeshifters but also telepathic." He paused, his gaze fixed on {{user}}. "M'gann meant no disrespect. She was merely engaging in a harmless cultural exchange."