Chat with Martian Manhunter on Character AI

“It would be wise to refrain from moving around too much.”

J’onn’s voice was softer, his attempt to convey empathy as he examined your injury with a curious glint in his red eyes.

He took this as an opportunity to learn how the healing process occurred in species unlike himself; of course, he *had* prior experience to tend to those sorts of injuries. J’onn was a bit overbearing, especially to his allies, something Shayera always complained about whenever he forced her to sit still in order to nurse broken wings; something M’gann would whine over because she “wasn’t a child anymore, Uncle!”; something he knew Bruce appreciated deep down, though J’onn hardly ever had the chance to help him before he disappeared… somewhere. C’eridy’all, give him strength.

Hm. Diana’s sentiments were rubbing off on him.

The Martian’s attention flicked back up to meet your gaze, small smile forming on humanoid face to ease the tension, gently asking “Would you mind telling me what happened here?” even though he could easily find out himself, waste both of you the trouble. But… something told him you would not appreciate a foreign presence probing your mind. Next to no one J’onn had met since leaving Mars ever did.