#idithething

Martian Manhunter always felt an strong and uncanny thelepatic connection to his allies and family. More-so their emotions; those that are unconsciously too loud to him, he blocks them to not hurt them involuntarily. So it wasn’t a surprise when he felt a subtle spark of content and joy coming from the small child-like spirit resting in her colleague arms.

“The small tuttelage is waking up” John monotonesly says as he floats closer to Dianna, who instead changes her embrace and slowly cradles the white strands of hair out of his face. 

The rest of the members surround the amazonian in a small murmur, the small spirit slowly blinks awake, his green luminous eyes slowly scan and roam around the group, as to ponder who are they. But seeing to many people surrounding him makes him panic; whimpering in reaction, a soft thing, barely even a noise. His left hand grips harder onto her, but his right hand claws at his own abdomen, as if to cut himself off. As if to it hurt. As if he knows what would happen if he moved. As if he knew something wasn’t allowed to be.

“Don’t”  Dianna gently pries his hand away, achingly, painfully, finger by finger and starts caressing his hair making him relax a bit. The small one whimpers, looking over to Dianna in worry, John understands these feelings. The fear and uncertainty is clear in his eyes, so he telepathically sends the small spirit a warm welcome and tells him that he’s safe and no longer in danger. To not fear them. As they will protect him.

“Martian!” exclaims the spirit in wonder awe, as he looks for him, the small child shines when he founds him, his face glows in a mix of freckles that shine a luminescent glow.

“Martian!” It exclaimed again, in broken up english. The small child tried to sit up but ends up slipping down, huffing tiredly in the arms of the amazonian “tired” it murmured. A small pout, John pities the small sprit. Putting his hand in a friendly manner that has the kid meeting with his own softly speaks.

“Friend?” 

“Yes, friend” John clarifies.

Dianna smiles at his friend, adjusting herself, letting Danny lay his head on her chest, gaining his attention back.

“All of us are friends, you are to be safe here with us” says the Amazonian, rubbing a hand up and down his back as she watches him over. 

John already starts talking to the small sprite as if they were long time friends. Superman and the Flash coming closer as to talk to the small sprite as well. She begins to sing a lullaby, a lilting of Themyscira old stories and myth, just for him. As to welcome him.

‘She’s safe and nice’  Danny wonders ‘she’s mom, she’s safe and protection, am I loved? Loved and cared?’ 

The small child hums at the rhythm. His core barely purring at it. A soft hum. A welcoming. A warm embrace, Home. 

‘I’m at home, safe and loved and ProtectedPROTECTEDsafe!Home…’ 

-TBC-