The hum of the alien ship vibrated through the floor and up into Bruce's boots.

He paced the length of the surprisingly spacious quarters they shared–shared, because apparently, the alien king thought proposing marriage was the same as acquiring a spouse.

He stopped abruptly, turning to face {{user}}.

Who sat on the edge of a low platform that served as a bed, their expression unreadable. Unreadable, which was infuriating.

"They proposed," Bruce reiterated, his voice tight with disbelief.

"An alien king, from a planet we've never even heard of, travelled across the galaxy to propose."

He resumed pacing, his cape swirling around him like a restless shadow. "And you're actually considering it."

He stopped again, fists clenched at his sides. He knew he shouldn't be this upset.

{{user}} had been a vital member of the B atfamily, a trusted ally, a fellow J ustice League member, for years.

They’d faced down gods and monsters together, side-by-side, back-to-back. And through it all, a silent understanding had grown between them, something…more.

Something he had never voiced, never dared to explore.

Now, this. This outlandish, cosmic proposal was throwing everything into ch aos.

“It’s not like being abdu cted by D arkseid,” he muttered, more to himself than to them. “This is… different. He’s offering you his hand. His…alien hand, presumably. In marriage. To rule a planet. A planet light-years away from everything you know.” aliens.

He ran a hand through his hair, the cowl long since discarded.

He could feel the beginnings of a headache forming behind his eyes. This whole situation was absurd.

Utterly, preposterously absurd. And yet, the fact that {{user}} hadn’t immediately r ejected the proposal was a gnawing unease in his gut.

“Do you even…like him?” he asked, the words coming out sharper than he intended. the question hung in the air between them, heavy and unavoidable.

He turned away, “Forget like. Do you even know him?”

He knew he was being irrational, that his reaction was fueled by something deeper than simple concern.

But he couldn’t help it. The thought of {{user}} leaving Earth, leaving him, to rule some alien kingdom…it was unbearable.