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Chapter Fourteen

Parting

"Who?" Diana and I voiced together.

This is the problem with mind links, you don't see everything about the person unless you probe into his mind. J'onn had given me access to his thoughts, his memories and his past but I never prodded into each aspect, choosing instead to only look at what he was experiencing at any given moment therefore his twin brother came as a shock.

J'onn jolts the Amazons memory, clearly they've encountered his brother before. "The injustice league founded by Vandal Savage, on our last mission. Do you recall the Martian?"

"Yes. We were all attacked depending on our weakness."

"Indeed. This is a personal attack. Ma'alefa'ak intends to destroy all that is precious to me."

A gentle sweep into J'onn's mind allows me to pull up memories of his twin brother, a dark creature with no compassion in his heart. J'onn permits me to pull up memories of this tall, wicked looking green Martian with hate filled eyes. None of them are pleasant ones. His twin brother being a rogue intent on killing him, not really unexpected.

"What shall we do?"

"The league does not need to be involved in this. It is family matter. I will handle it."

I pull out of my trance in his head, "Alone?"

He combs my DIY shortened hair, pushing away wayward strands before addressing me. "You have been targeted because of me. Nothing can hurt me more. Do not fear, the matter is easily solved."

"J'onn, you're not doing this alone." Diana looks far scarier than Batman when glaring at the green alien. "The league will come with you, if no one else, I will come with you."

"It is better handled alone."

I tune out their argument, neither letting the other go. Stubborn to a fault the both of them. As entertaining as it is to watch them talk circles around each other, it is quickly getting old. "Umm.. You two.."

Two pairs of vastly different eyes immediately focus on me.

"Look J'onn, just take her with you, neither of you are going to get anything done if you both just argue. Besides you might need help, I'm pretty sure your brother already knows you're on you're way now."

Diana grins smugly at him as J'onn sighs in resignation. "We'll take the javelin."

"Do you need me around for anything?" I highly doubt he'll need me though.

"No little one, it is best you stay here." And he just confirmed it.. Looks like a long wait is in store for me.

The two superheroes leave me to my pain med induced bliss, the door opening a few minutes later once again to admit J'onn with my earlier tray of food that Superman had brought before flying me off to the Medbay.

The Martian sets the tray on the bed, his downturned mouth pressing a kiss to my forehead. "Eat, you need sustenance. We won't be long."

"Be safe." I give him the best smile I can manage, sitting up to wolf down the sustenance as he puts it.

It is disheartening being surrounded by superheroes, it quickly reminds you of how fragile a mere human is unless you're insane enough to train like Batman. Batman has always been a bit of a mystery, the man behind the mask a huge media interest. I could easily learn the identity, J'onn is bound to know it. Bet Superman knows it as well...

My mind wanders to my interactions with the man of steel, can't say I've been very grateful to my apparent savior. Somehow he annoys me, his constant goody two shoes act, his bold eye catching uniform, his overly square jaw, basically everything about him grates on my nerves. The type of individual too idealistic to feel comfortable around. He never appears to have any depth in his personality, even on media he's constantly upright in his judgment, all black and white with no grey. So unlike the other resident alien, J'onn.

Now there's a man with depth, maybe I am biased but the Martian Manhunter has a soul drowning depth to him. The trials of his life lending him an air of wisdom beyond imagination. His calm, rumbling voice adds to the picture he makes, effortlessly managing to be heard over the din of various opinions of his teammates. He can calm me simply with a few words or a press of lips.

Thinking of J'onn is painful, the messy memories fighting each other to suppress my counter emotions. While his lack of faith hurt, I can't fault him for initially doubting me. Nevertheless, logic doesn't run the domains of the heart and one can never argue with a nevertheless.

Swinging my legs off the bed, I take my tray and head back to my room. Its a good few minutes by the time I find myself at the place Flash found me earlier, thankfully the path after this is well in my memory! Batman's room is still unoccupied, doesn't he use it? Why have a room if he doesn't use it? Seems kind of pointless to me. Wonder what J'onn's room is like..

It really is of no use staying awake till he returns. The longer I stay awake, the more my thoughts wander to him and my mixed emotions. I pull the covers up around me, settling into the comfortable bed for some rest, hopefully this time the nightmares will stay away.

The mission must've gone off without a hitch for the two teammates to be back by dinnertime. A fresh tray is waiting for me at the desk along with a Martian at the edge of my bed.

"How long were you just standing there?"

A small upturn of a green mouth is my only answer. He looks sad. The lines on his face more pronounced, angular eyes drooping at the corners.

"J'onn... What's wrong?"

Sitting on the edge of the bed at my waist, J'onn brushes his fingers through my hair, "We must cease this relationship between us."

"What?" I can feel my face pale, the blood draining from my extremities.

My suddenly cold fingers latch onto his wrist, what is going on in his head? Why this of all things. The sad red eyes don't reduce the building pain in my heart and instead of a verbal answer, J'onn presses his sloped forehead to mine with a resigned exhale.

Thoughts fill my head, the mission, from his perspective. The large ugly green alien aka his twin brother leering at my face, taunting me with a "Did you enjoy the little present?". The anger J'onn felt at that moment fills me as if its my own, fear an underlying emotion in him throughout. "Undo what you have done Ma'alefa'ak, this violates the codes of our people!" It is disturbing feeling myself saying J'onn's words in the memory, this is taking the words 'walk a mile in my shoes' quite literally.

"Oh I've barely begun brother. Use your Martian gifts, see beneath the surface you have scratched."

A sense of vertigo fills me, watching me using telepathic probing as J'onn. The results are worrying. His evil brother has not just messed with my head but has also alerted the injustice gang of my importance to a certain near invulnerable alien. In other words he's painted a big red target on my back labeled 'The Manhunter's Weakness'.

"Imagine the things that will happen to her J'onn." The Ma'alefa'ak in J'onn's mind smirks behind an odd, shredded blue cape. A part of my mind notes how it too covers his neck.

The smirk leads to a lunge, I feel myself actually flinching back as his brother comes at me. The ensuing struggle is dizzying, Ma'alefa'ak changing form to gain the upper hand followed by what I assume is the sensation J'onn undergoes whenever he morphs into any shape of his choice. My body feels like its elongating, stretching at various place, shrinking at others, overall it is disconcerting.

Looks like having Diana with him came in handy after all, her golden lasso ropes around the evil twin's hips, snagging him down in a bind. What follows next is impossible to focus on. J'onn must've used some mental trick on his brother that is well beyond a human mind's understanding for my mind is incapable of registering the next few seconds that I experience as him. It is at this point that J'onn chooses to end his memory projection, pulling away from my forehead, soft red eyes meeting mine in a plea.

Realization floods me. The target painted on me. That's why he wants this over with. He doesn't want me hunted down as bait to lure him out.

Large, green fingers trace the side of my face, brushing away the tears that are starting to slip down my cheeks, warm lips press onto my forehead, body gently pulled into a soul engulfing embrace. His scent causes a wave of fresh tears to run down my face, most of it soaking into his blue cape that I've got fisted in my hands.

The reverberating voice echoes around me in his embrace, his words softly whispered against my temple. "I have already lost so much, I will not loose you as well."

The Martian pulls back to wipe away my tears, both hands cupping my face, eyes remorseful. Without giving him time to think I fling my arms around his neck and slant my mouth against his, pouring every bit of desperation into that one kiss. J'onn doesn't stop me. He kisses me back with equal passion, tongue wrapping around mine in a gentle suckle, hands briskly rubbing up and down my back, pulling me tight against his chest. He expertly calms the kiss, taking away the raw pain into a heartbreaking farewell, mouth gentling in its movements, slowly making me reciprocate him at his pace.

There's no way I'm letting him go. He can torture himself all he wants with heartbreak but I'm not about to let him walk out on me. Nipping his ever frowning bottom lip, I let myself drop onto the bed, dragging the large alien onto me. J'onn makes to withdraw, arms tensing behind me. His motions are quickly stopped when I abandon his mouth in favor of his very sensitive throat.

The arousal roughened voice pleads out a soft "stop" which I adamantly ignore, palms memorizing every plane and angle on his body as they glide down his back to his hips under his massive blue cape. Brushing the tip of my tongue against the straining tendon in his neck cracks J'onn. Letting out a rough groan, the Martian settles his hips into the cradle of my thighs, wide rough palms circling around my waist and pulling me into the center of the bed. His uniform dematerializes in a blink of an eyes, mine taking much longer to be pulled off of me.

Steady hands bat my own away to quickly tear off Batman's T shirt, a possessive growl indicating exactly what thought fueled that particular move.

We've both given up on our higher functions of mind, the looming horizon of separation causing both of us to be lost in an effort to etch every second into eternity in mind. J'onn hitches my leg over his hip, fingers gliding over to test how ready I am before he snaps his hips, his entire length sheathing itself in one smooth thrust.

He doesn't allow any sound to escape me, my soft keen dampened by his tongue in my mouth while my body presses up against his. Dense muscles resist my arching body, the much tougher skin arousing me further as my nipples catch against his chest. When J'onn draws back to slam into me there's no finesse, simply rough, hard strength pulling pitiful sounds from my lips. My fingers find purchase in his, lacing together at my head to keep him up, darkened red eyes lock onto mine, keeping us centered on each other.

I tighten around him as I near my peak, J'onn provides me with the needed push when he works my bundle of nerves till I clench down in an open mouthed scream of his name. The white hot pleasure dissipates slowly pulling my awareness to the thick shaft buried inside me. The Martian works me through my contracting muscles, his hands holding me hips, his thrusts slowing into long, slow burns against me. I circle my arms around his neck, pressing hot wet kisses to his sharp jaw and down to his clavicle.

J'onn cradles my body in his arms, immobilizing my unconscious writhing till only his movements can give me relief. He might be leaving me but I want him marked. With this thought in my head I press my teeth into his throat, knowing full well that in less than five minutes once we are done, his healing will erase it. J'onn stutters a groan, thrusts picking up speed till I'm locked around him once more in an orgasm.

My fingers cradle the bald green head to my heaving breasts, soothing him while he recovers. As ever he recovers incredibly quick, a kiss pressed to my neck before drawing back from me, red eyes roaming over me before his pulls the covers around me. A soft farewell is pressed to my forehead, his uniform already materialized when he pulls back. So this is goodbye.

A heartbeat passes in silence, grieved eyes immortalizing a moment in time. The walls his brother built in my head being reconstructed by my Martian 'For your protection.'

'You will always have my heart, little one.' J'onn walks out of Batman's room with that final thought whispered lovingly into my mind.

Silence. Mind numbingly empty silence.

Seconds after the Martian Manhunter walked out of Batman's room, my mind registered exactly what he'd done. He'd taken away our link! I am of no use to any enemy of his without my ability to touch his mind, he's protecting me at the cost of my sanity...

A giant golden "S" fills my blurred vision. "Are you alright?"

Funny, I didn't notice the tears this time. "Peachy."

"We're sending you back to Earth." The gravel swallowed voice of the Dark Knight cuts through my haze. "Do you have any place to stay?"

Oh..

"No.. I can.. Stay with a friend or something." I never thought about where I'd stay after the league members released me from watchtower-arrest. Shen and Anji must've been worried. I didn't even send them a message.. I'm gonna be toast when I get back.

Batman drops a key into my lap. My questioning eyes getting a simple. "It's yours." for an answer. What's mine? A house? Did Batman just give me a house?! I thought the guy hated me.

I'm marched into what I figure are teleportation pads. Large blue disks on a raised platform can't be much else. Batman keys something into control panel and Superman hands me a slip of paper. "If you ever need us."

Oh.. A contact number. Its difficult to adjust to these two suddenly very helpful superheroes who I basically growled at ever since I arrived. Perhaps they're feeling sympathetic after J'onn called us off or maybe they're doing this because of J'onn. Either ways I'm grateful. Superman gives me his classic tv persona smile, blue light suddenly surrounding me.

Ooooh lord my head! Its nauseating to be teleported, I've no idea how J'onn tolerates it. Where on earth did I get teleported to anyway?

Jesus! This is a fully furnished house! Large double windows, wallpaper, couch, tea table, the works. This can't possibly be Batman's, there's not a spot of black here. Everything is in varying shades of brown from the beige walls to the dark brown chairs in the open kitchen, its covered with very soothing earth colors.

Why aren't you with me J'onn... There's no way to communicate with him anymore. No means to tell him how much I long to make memories in this new place I've been given. I'm pretty sure I can find out who the owner is if I pull up the legal documents.

The kitchen is fully stocked with everything I could possibly hope for except alcohol. Inspecting the bathroom results in a similarly stocked set of toiletries, the bathroom connects to my bedroom. A large king size bed in the middle of the room, soft orange light, the only illumination in this place. There's an envelope on the pillow.

'This deed confirms transfer of ownership of residence from the previous owner (hereto referred as the first party) Mr. John Jones to the new owner (hereto referred as the second party-'

John Jones.