The battle isn’t even over yet, but Rex is already grinning like an idiot, practically vibrating with excitement. Smoke and debris fill the air, chunks of concrete still crumbling from the last very unnecessary explosion. You barely dodge a falling streetlamp as he jogs up to you, chest puffed out like he just singlehandedly saved the world.

“Babe,” he says, all confidence, all swagger, “did you see that?”

You glare at him. “The explosion?”

He smirks. “The sexy explosion. You liked it, right? Be honest.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose. “Rex, that was property damage.”

“Yeah, but like…” he gestures vaguely at the wreckage, then at himself, like that somehow proves his point. “Sexy property damage.”

Before you can respond—before you can properly scold him for nearly leveling a city block just to impress you—one of the remaining villains groans from the rubble. Rex barely spares them a glance, lazily tossing another charged-up metal ball in their direction. It lands a few inches from their face, sparking threateningly.

“Shhh,” he whispers. “I’m flirting.”

You exhale sharply. “Oh my god.”

A few feet away, Robot watches with the same expression someone might have when witnessing a car crash in slow motion. Atom Eve just shakes her head. Monster Girl mutters, “How do you put up with him?”

Rex slings an arm around your shoulders, grinning ear to ear. “Oh, they love me,” he says confidently.