#emeraldarchitect

She’s not happy, that much is for certain. Her cheeks are stained with tears, leaving blank skin in their wake as they cut through her makeup. It hasn’t been a good day for Harley, to say the least. She stares down at the bustling street below, wondering if anyone else is having the same luck as her. At least here on the rooftop of one of the many apartment complexes in Gotham City, she can wallow in her self pity for as long as she’d like. Or at least she thinks she can. A green glow pervades her haze of misery. She scowls and tosses her words at the other without even looking up.

Whenever any other do-gooder besides the bat-freaks or the old Bat himself was showing up to catch him in the act, it was more or less throwing Joker off-balance. Especially since Gotham’s vigilante was coming across as strongly territorial. But Green Lantern, out of all those fanatical fighters for justice? Now that was an appearance out of a clear blue sky — and quite literally.

“Not only do you show up uninvited, but you also dare judge my styling.” Sending the hero a piercing glare, he then gestured at him as his face contorted in a seemingly indignant frown. “You play it safe with green on green and I’m not being nit-picky about it.”

        “ I said what I said, it’s a compliment John.” 

Diana felt right at home when she was in battle. It felt like home for her, a sense of familiarity for her. Sometimes this world felt so cold, so cruel even though she had rid this world of Ares a very long time ago. Yet mankind still did unimaginable things to innocent people. She vowed that she would try to save as many lives as she could. She went wherever she was needed. Diana landed with a loud thud, as she ran toward her teammate and friend. She deflected enemy fire as she turned to look at the male.

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John never could sleep at night. Maybe it was a holdover from his time in the Marines, but losing eight hours at night to unconsciousness didn’t particularly appeal to John. Scrolling through his phone, he wondered who else would be awake. Selecting a number, he called and waited for the ringing to stop.

“Hello, Raven. It’s John Stewart. From the League?”

She could tell that before he even spoke, but she wouldn’t point that out. “Is everything okay?” But hearing from a Leaguer so late in the night was worrisome.

Her gilded stare was hooded, wreathed in long black lashes as she beheld his form under steam and water. Licking her lips, with a flash of fang she handed him his towel with a low and deep chuckle of amusement when he lifted his hand in instinctive defence.             Admittedly, she might’ve known better, and even considered making her presence known---but where was the fun in that? After the IED incident, and having thought her team and cause both lost and decimated; it had been a pleasant treat to discover that John had not only survived but had thrived. 

The “vixen” had taken to his place at first opportunity, fearing the public eye and spotlight after her escape from the scientists that had reconfigured her DNA and cellular structures to accommodate their schemes and plans. Azuka took leave immediately and sought refuge in the only place she could think of. Even then it had been a chance. 

         That chance stood before her now----delectable in his skin; dripping from his shower with steam rising off broad, strong shoulders and chest. Tilting her head, she grinned openly and without shame. 

Kyle shrugged, looking at the floor helplessly as he tried to process what he just did...to the lantern. Oh god, he’s so screwed. He looked back up at John, “I, I don’t know. I was carrying it then tripped and dropped it but I tried to catch it and then the freaking bird came out of now where and- and...” He motioned back down at the shattered lantern, out of words to say, “I don’t know! I don’t know how it happened.”

Walk In on My Muse...🚿- Showering

The Justice League were a close knit group. Even with their growing numbers, they were all fast friends and steady allies. It was probably for that reason that when the watchtower was built, the showers were communal.