"Your boyfriend?"
Hippolyta gave Diana a strange look.
So this entire thing was a massive misunderstanding?
And you didn't say anything earlier? Did you think this was amusing?
Just wait until we get home. I'll deal with you properly, Hippolyta thought.
"Yeah," Diana nodded, completely unaware that a round of intense "motherly affection" was waiting for her.
"Hm..." Hippolyta ignored her daughter for the moment and focused on Morin.
Looks? Flawless. Several guards nearby were already staring a little too openly.
Power? That had already been demonstrated during the "misunderstanding."
Character? Hard to say. But for some reason, she felt no hostility toward him at all.
Naturally, she didn't know Morin had every Justice-related buff active just to secure a good first impression.
And most importantly-
Lifespan.
Was he immortal too?
All things considered, he was already leagues better than that previous mortal man. At least her daughter had moved on.
With that thought, Hippolyta smiled and nodded.
"It seems there has been a small mistake. Come. Let us go inside and talk."
First impression: extremely satisfactory.
What followed was a familiar routine.
How did you meet?
When did you get together?
What have you been doing?
What are you doing now?
What are your plans for the future?
Meeting the parents was apparently universal.
During the exchange, Hippolyta finally got the answer she cared about most.
Morin was immortal.
And he was a hero worried about a global crisis. Searching for a way to save the world, meeting Diana along the way, then falling in love after a fierce battle-
To a race that revered war, it was the perfect romance.
Perfect.
Hippolyta liked her prospective son-in-law more with every passing moment. She was already tempted to ask about wedding dates.
After the grand feast, Morin stayed on the island.
Naturally, he stayed with Diana.
After all, being the only man on an island full of women came with certain... risks.
Themyscira wasn't large, but it wasn't small either. Over the next few days, Diana showed him nearly everything.
Except one place.
"Something terrifying is sealed there," Diana said as they stood on a hill.
"They say it's an object capable of destroying the world."
"A Mother Box," Morin said calmly.
"One of the crises I mentioned."
"What?" Diana stiffened.
"In twenty or thirty years-give or take-Darkseid's forces will return to Earth for it," Morin explained.
"They'll try to seize it and destroy the planet. I need to set up warning spells here."
"Then what are you waiting for?" Diana urged.
"I can't act without your mother's approval," Morin replied.
"She'd misunderstand. I'll probably need the Lasso of Truth as well."
"...I'll make it up to you," Diana said softly. She leaned in and kissed him.
"How?" Morin asked immediately, very interested.
"Maybe... a new position?" Diana blushed. She knew exactly what he was thinking.
"How about I add several more layers of protection?" Morin said enthusiastically.
"High-tier ones."
"Pervert!"
"What's wrong with being a pervert for my girlfriend?" Morin shot back, wisely swallowing the follow-up thought that would have completely ruined his chances.
"So I should thank you?"
"You're welcome."
When Hippolyta learned about the Mother Box, she was horrified.
Under the Lasso of Truth, Morin's answers never changed. This time, he didn't even need telepathy-he was telling the truth.
In the end, Hippolyta agreed.
Her opinion of Morin rose sharply.
Any lingering suspicion that he might be deceiving Diana vanished completely.
It was an unexpected bonus for Morin. While his relationship with Diana didn't require outside approval, getting along with his mother-in-law was always a plus.
The trip to Paradise Island was a success.
Morin and Diana stayed for another month before Hippolyta practically drove them off.
The reason was... awkward.
They were deep in the honeymoon phase. Every night was loud. Too loud.
Most Amazons had never even seen a man. Hearing that kind of thing every night without being able to participate was pure torture.
So they left.
They continued their world tour.
They had money.
They had time.
They were immortal.
They could see everything. Eat everything.
Of course, the education of the future Batman and Superman never stopped. Morin didn't want his presence to create a butterfly effect that made things worse.
However-
Because of Morin's warped sense of humor, some interesting situations occurred.
For example.
Introducing Batman and Superman far earlier than intended.
"Are you serious?"
Bruce stared down at the five- or six-year-old child hiding behind Morin, clutching an Ultraman toy.
A vein throbbed on Bruce's forehead.
"I feel like you're insulting me," he said flatly.
A year earlier, after five years of training, Bruce had believed he was ready.
And to be fair, he was a genius. Combat. Magic. His learning speed was exceptional.
But his opponent was Morin.
A man who had long since surpassed human limits and was already reverse-engineering the fundamentals of magic itself.
The outcome was obvious.
Morin's collection of Bruce's humiliating photos grew considerably. Any one of them would have dominated Gotham headlines for a month.
After that, Bruce gave up on beating him anytime soon.
He decided to wait.
And when he won, he would reclaim those photos.
If necessary, he'd wait for Morin to age and weaken. Bruce assumed Morin was older.
He'd outlive him.
Thinking about those photos made Bruce deeply uncomfortable. He'd tried to buy them back.
Morin didn't care.
Money that didn't convert into experience was meaningless. How could it compare to photographic evidence of Bruce's darkest moments?
Still-
When Morin brought over a kid named Clark and said Bruce could have the photos back if he beat Clark in a pure strength test-
Bruce couldn't believe it.
"There's a catch," he thought.
"There has to be."
"No catch," Morin said calmly. Diana watched from the side, clearly amused, which only made Bruce more wary.
"You're not using magic on him?"
"No."
"Mind control?"
"No. What kind of person do you think I am?" Morin frowned.
"I'm a good guy."
"Hmph." Bruce sneered and studied Clark.
"What enhancements did you use?"
"None," Morin replied impatiently.
"Not me. Not Diana. Not anyone. Everything he has is natural. Can you just accept that I want to give you the photos back?"
"I'd rather believe he's an alien," Bruce said.
"But fine."
Morin wouldn't lie about something like this.
Even if there was a trick, Bruce felt it was worth the risk.
"Clark," Morin said gently.
"Want to have a little match with this uncle?"
"Big brother," Clark said timidly, peeking out.
"Dad said I shouldn't fight people."
"Uncle? Big brother?" Bruce's mind stalled briefly.
Titles were getting out of hand.
"It's not a fight," Morin coaxed.
"Just a friendly match. Just hit him a little."
He leaned in.
"If you win, I'll buy you the complete Ultraman DVD set. And toys."
"...Okay!" Clark nodded instantly.
"Hmph. If you go easy, I'll buy you an entire manor full of-mmpf?!"
Bruce tried to counter.
Morin silenced him with a spell.
Money was meaningless before superpowers.
"Good. Begin."
Morin placed Clark in the ring.
Bruce rolled his eyes.
He knew he was being tricked. He just didn't know how.
No way a kid with an Ultraman toy could beat him.
"Uncle Bruce," Clark said earnestly.
"I'll only hit you a little. I'll hold back."
Bruce: "..."
He cursed the invisible admin.
"Come on," Bruce gestured.
Clark walked forward.
Bruce instinctively wanted to sweep his legs, then stopped.
Using an opening move on a child was beneath him.
He waited.
As Clark threw a punch, Bruce raised his arm to block.
The speed looked weak.
Relief flickered.
Then-
Their fists met.
Something was wrong.
An overwhelming force surged from that small, soft-looking fist.
Bruce reacted instantly, muscles tightening as he pushed back with everything he had.
It was useless.
His strength was a paper boat in a hurricane.
Crack.
The sound of breaking bones echoed.
Bruce was launched from the ring, smashing into the wall and carving out a massive crater.
Bruce: "!!!"
"Uncle! Uncle! I'm sorry!" Clark rushed over, panicked.
"You looked scary, so I used a little too much strength! Are you okay?"
Why are you crying? I'm the one dying!
"...I'm... fine..." Bruce wheezed.
Then his body's self-preservation system kicked in.
He passed out.
As his vision faded, he heard Clark sobbing and saw an Ultraman toy waving in front of him.
Are you actually Ultraman?
After years around Morin, Bruce had picked up bad habits.
One final thought crossed his mind-
If I ever trust Morin's conscience again, I'm an idiot.
Everything went black.
"Waaaaah..." Clark burst into tears.
"It's fine," Morin said, walking over and healing Bruce while patting Clark's head.
"I'll fix him."
"Now, Clark," he continued,
"what did we learn today?"
If Bruce had been awake, he would have been furious.
I'm the one who got hurt!
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