It's not often that Artemis is summoned personally by Batman. She stares at her Justice League-issued smartphone with confusion, and she leaves her Spanish homework abandoned as she types, 'Acknowledged.' She hastily texts out an explanation to her poor mom, who had only gone out for the night under the premise that Artemis would remain at home. Changed into her uniform, she slips out of her second story window without a second thought.

Under the cover of night, Artemis easily slips the few minutes it takes to get to the alley behind the abandoned warehouse and the old fire station. She ducks low rails and isolated brick until she reaches the broken phone booth. The blonde glances around with a quirked brow, looking up at the various high points where the Bat could be waiting.

❝ Batman? ❞ she calls. Her voice remains low, but there is no shadow or looming pressure to indicate his presence. Had he meant somewhere else?

Just as she is about to pull the phone from one of her utility belt pockets, the slight whisper of movement against the walls make her ears perk. A smell she doesn't recognise, and Artemis immediately reaches for an explosive arrow and forces her bow at the ready. Her bowstring is pulled taut.

❝ Show yourself, ❞ she says, rasping harshly. Her voice echoes off the walls this time, and her eyes dart around. After a few beats, Artemis finally spots the source of the movement, and she blinks in surprise. ❝ Who are you? ❞

That certainly wasn't Batman.

"Then like I said: you're out of your mind. Because the only thing I've ever wanted… …is you"

"I was getting WORRIED you wouldn't show-" there's a teasing pout to her lips, head tilted to the side as she stood in her apartment doorway. She always was overdressed, part of the charm from working in fashion. The heels now helped her stand a few inches taller than her typically five foot two stature as a mini skirt and crop top gave little imagination for her figure.

There was a PART of Jennifer that always felt a touch lonely, no matter where she was. It was the sort of sentiment she felt her entire life growing up, her home never TRULY feeling like a home. So this space that she had now, she ATTEMPTED to make it feel more like anything ever had before. Bits and pieces of Jennifer's personality were across each part of her one bedroom apartment, the colors of blush pink, charcoal, and black vibrantly placed within the exposed brick she had fallen deeply in love with.

if you don't kiss me again, i'll die. ( for princess ) / @webbfluid

YOU'D THINK PETER SAID something more irritating with the way Princess' face scrunched together in judgment. It's all facetious, the same as every other moment she's pretended to be annoyed by him. The look doesn't last very long tonight though. Fortunately for him, she does enjoy his little act. Her finger grab his chin with a delicate affection. "You are very cute when you're dramatic. Run that back one more time for me," she smiles, cocking her head to the side.

+ @webbfluid asked: “ let  me  take  care  of  you. “

+ Jet lag was a HELL of a thing . Almost a month long shoot in CALIFORNIA had been about as RELAXING as taking on the RHINO with just a taser-pistol . But with the movie wrapped and officially BEHIND her , MJ had been more than happy to find herself right back at home . A weekend just relaxing and getting her bearings back had been just what the DOCTOR had ordered .

But hearing those words in combination with one another ? The very last thing she was thinking about now was relaxing . At least not in the way that most would have imagined .

Harry kicked the door to Peter’s apartment with the heel of her boot, too busy juggling all the chinese food she’d ordered to be able to use her hands. She had spoken to Peter on the phone that day whilst she was in the lab and he had sound...odd. She couldn’t quite lay her finger on it so she’d employed the time honoured New Yorker method of showing up with takeout so at the very least, he wouldn’t be alone. 

Phoebe was drumming her fingers, which was a new thing that she had picked up since her kidnapping. She had a lot to say and normally she'd just spit it out, but she liked Peter way too much to just verbally vomit all over him. Instead, she was trying so hard not to do that, that she was afraid he was getting worried about her as they sat three to eat dinner together that night.