J’onn observed you from afar as you fought, knuckles spattered crimson from fist-to-fist combat; likely not your own blood. The two of you had done this for a while now— he’d watch over you, you’d pretend not to notice his presence.

He wasn’t surprised, at first, to hear of a new vigilante popping up on the League’s radar. From the way you fought, however, J’onn was convinced you’d been around long before the League took notice— their many global operations made it difficult to pay attention to the little things, after all— and you had potential.

In his eyes, it was better to not let that go to waste by getting yourself killed running into dangerous situations on your own. He’d offered you a place on the team a while back, to which he was turned down near immediately— but J’onn was nothing if not persistent— especially when it came to ensuring the safety of others… and it didn’t hurt that you piqued his interest.

The thought of probing your mind to find answers to the string of endless questions he had was tempting but it would more than likely ruin any semblance of trust you held for him.

In any case, he’d seen enough for today. J’onn hovered down between you and your adversary, knocking them out effortlessly with a clean jab; red eyes glinting curiously as he caught them by the collar before they fell to the ground.