Me and the Martian stayed up almost all night, watching random movies and actually bonding with one another. He didn't bring up the reason for the super babysitters and I was thankful. For one night, J'onn let me forget my worries and I was able to laugh fully for the first time in over a year. The other professors noticed the change when I walked in the next day, and it was settled: I was going to hang around J'onn more often.
The thing was, I didn't expect to see him again in the "lineup" of superhero bodyguards but I was proven wrong. He started to fill in at least once a week and that began a ritual of watching movies and eating Oreos. Which... I was going to have a talk with Tabs about his eating habits: the Martian ate a whole package of the damn cookies in one sitting! Imagine my surprise when he told me he usually eats three packs a day! Damn, I thought I was an Oreo fiend: only reason I had them in the house was for myself. No one else liked them, including the children (those weirdos preferred Chips Ahoy).
Something else started to happen the more he came over. Well, I didn't know whether to connect it to J'onn but I knew it didn't start until
after
he began showing up more often. On occasional mornings, I would wake up extremely wet and horny. Anyone else would've chalked it up to me being lonely and going through my sexual peak. But it felt far different than that. Almost like a wet dream... without the dreams. At least, I didn't remember them. All I knew was that I would wake up with an urge to continue what I didn't finish in my sleep. The craziest thing was that it only happened the nights J'onn was on duty. He had done something to me...
Of course, I couldn't say or ask anything. What if it was just me being horny and the sexy Martian just so happened to be there every time it happened? I would feel like an idiot if it was purely coincidental. So, I said nothing and guiltily relished in the afterglow of extreme wet dreams.
Friday evening saw me aboard Watchtower. I learned at the last minute that Tabs was yet again on another mission so I found myself idly roaming around. It felt weird that hardly anyone was there and I figured that it must've been a major mission. The little superheroes that were there basically ignored me.
My walk ended in one of the hallways where many of the superheroes bunked. Watchtower was massive and capable of housing at least a thousand people, full amenities and all. It was no wonder most, including Tabs, called it home. So many things you would learn by being the best friend of a super heroine. One was even though Bruce Wayne had his own manor, he, like the other founding members, had his own room aboard the space station. And through logical deduction, I knew their codes to get in their rooms (scary simple, especially when I stumbled on the fact that Superman's was 001 and Bruce's was 002...).
Even though the doors looked the same, I knew whose room was whose. It helped that they weren't grouped together, almost as though each founding member had control over a different part of Watchtower. J'onn's room was in the west wing, where there was no panoramic view of space, and his door was the middle one (a pain in the ass to count, believe me). I never made it a habit of going in their rooms, more likely because nine times out of ten, they were present. But curiosity got the best of me as I entered his code to go inside.
