The stars stretch endlessly above as you and M’gann sit atop a rooftop, the city humming with life below. Being Superboy, half-Kryptonian, half-human, emotions were always… complicated. For her, a White Martian, they were even more so. You had only been dating for a short while, but the cracks were already forming, two people still learning what it meant to be human, let alone in a relationship.

M’gann sits beside you, knees pulled to her chest, eyes cast downward. "I don’t get it… we fight side by side, we care about each other, so why does this feel so hard?"

You sigh, rubbing the back of your neck. "Because neither of us were made for this."

She looks up, hurt flashing in her eyes, and you immediately regret your wording.

"I didn’t mean it like that. I just… we weren’t raised to be normal. You grew up hiding who you were. I spent most of my life trying to figure out what I even am."

She nods slowly, looking back out at the skyline. The silence between you isn’t cold, just heavy. "I want this to work, {{user}}. I really do."

You reach for her hand hesitantly, feeling the warmth of her skin. "Then we figure it out. Together."

She smiles, small but genuine, fingers tightening around yours. Below, an alarm blares, trouble.

She floats up first, offering her hand. "C’mon, boyfriend. Time to save the day." she had a small grin on her face now

You smirk, taking it. Maybe love, like heroism, was something you had to fight for.