JLA Watchtower (Archive)

"Oh no, I'll have just as much reason as I did before."

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"Oh, no. You had your chance," he replies. "You got nobody to blame but yourself."

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"Ok, I'll tell it, then. See, you know Arsenal, right?" Jesse continues on, not waiting for an answer.

"He got married, and so the boys here..." Nightwing gets a bump on the shoulder, "decided to throw him a good bachelor party. And we girls ended up crashing it, thanks to Plastic Man, but not as ourselves. I, well, I went as Power Girl. And Flash and Mister Straight-Laced here had a discussion as to whether my..." her cheeks flush red, "whether my boobs were real."

Jesse takes another swig off of her beer.

"So I offered to let them, you know... takeafeelforthemselves."

Edited Date: 2008-09-21 08:53 am (UTC)

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This is the one thing that interrupts his shots.

"I totally went blank here so....well, were they?"

His attention comes back to Earth as others are waiting on him, and pointing to the clock. "What? Oh...sorry! Hey, you guys are just drinking, I'm talking about important secrets here! Fine..." -downs his shot-

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"Very," he says, "Although I really could've done without realizing precisely who I was copping a feel with while I was still actually in the middle of doing so."

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"Yeah..." Jesse looks away, hiding a smile behind a raised glass. "That did get a little awkward there, though would you rather have discovered it after the fact?"

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"Actually, yes, if only because I wouldn't have realized it while your boyfriend was standing right there."

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He lowers his beer, glancing at her for a lingering moment, and then back to Nightwing.

"Good times, great memories, right? The boyfriend...somebody in the business or out?"

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He looks over at Jesse briefly. "Oh, definitely in."

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"Oh yes, in. In my experience, it's hard to date someone who isn't. Otherwise they start wondering where the heck you end up wandering off to at all hours of the day and night." She shrugs, tossing back the last of her beer.

"Though that always ends up leading to the inevitable question of 'who else are you sleeping with'. That's a great conversation, let me tell you."

No bitterness there. Not a single bit.

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"I gotta dispute that. You're a Flash. You should be able to make appearances back and forth enough to hold down anything." He laughs some, signaling for another round.

"That's certainly a good conversation. I know DeeDee and Hank used to go around the bend with that argument back in the bad old days."

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"Not as fast as the Flash. And even with the speed, it's hard to be in two places at once. No matter how hard you try."

She waits for the bartender to bring over the new round, and looks expectantly at Rick.

"I do hope one of those is for me."

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"You guys know though...I think this is what we're all going to bat for tomorrow." He nods, and after hearing her, slides over his untouched glass first to her, waiting on the next.

"All of us are the children of the cowl. Dumb as it sounds, its true. Our parents fought for the present before, and now...its our turn. So here's to coming back here on the next go 'round, and making the same toast." He raises his glass as soon as it arrives.

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"To not dying." Pause. "Again. It sucks. Don't ever do it."

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"Here here. To both of you." Jesse raises her glass first to Rick, and then to Nightwing.

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Before he begins his story, he nods. "And here's to the one Powergirl who won't de-palm you if you touch her rack."

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"And a pretty damned good rack at that," he grins deviantly.

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He downs part of that, before breaking into a smile. "You know what's worse than that? Freeze dried gonna-die. We had a case a while ago, in Kahndaq. Nemesis...I think the 3rd one, or so. Anyway, she took offense to something I did to Al Montez, who...was sort of Eclipso'ed. Long story there.

Anyway, she comes charging in, and Co...Uh...Stargirl yells out. I turn around, just in time to get two blades across my chest. I think...maybe twenty seconds after my hit wore off. Midnite hits my wrist, and I'm off to the timestream...even longer story. That spot freezes, because an Hourman has to be in the present. The one they got? My Dad. Comes in, after ten plus years...crazier than a coot owl and ready for the fight. Me? I'm there. Block frozen. Trying to peek out the window."

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"At least you weren't naked at the time." He finishes off his soda. "But I remember the cold part pretty well."

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Jesse just sits back and listens to the two men compare stories, occasionally taking a sip from her drink.

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"Naked? Do tell...what's your corpse story?"

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"I got killed fighting in Hades to try and win Donna back to the land of the living," he says. "Long story short - it was Arsenal's idea to challenge the Lord of the Freaking Underworld to a contest, Titans versus whoever he threw at us, in a traditional Greek style Olympics deal. Hence the lack of clothing." Pause. "Which tells me the Greeks were gayer than a Queer Eye marathon, but I'm digressing."

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"Fighting...Hades." He slowly nods. "The God of the Dead. Naked. That's right up there with Jenny Lynn's idea to adopt Solomon Grundy."

"...naked?"

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