'File Number Eight:
Elle bishop
Member of the Justice League
Power: Lightning
P.S: Bart, stay away she could totally fry your little ass – A.C'
She is hunter of the damned, a goddess in pig-tails, she gives smiles like blessings for her people and she hands death out on a sliver platter to those who were born with smirks on their smug faces.
I could say she's mine all covered in smiles but she belongs to no one, the only thing I'm doing is holding tight hoping she doesn't fly away.
She's apart of the team, with her own outfit and everything, but she flies ahead of us waving as she speeds beyond.
Give her a bow she'll shot a fish, every little thing seems to be prefect with a smile and I know with just one hand small fingers and all she could crush my heart into millions of pieces, but here I stand grinning like a fool ready to bare it, for her.
"Staring isn't very polite, Ollie, staring always ends up causing missing fingers and teeth, so stop it."
A child in a playground, swinging her lasso around my neck, smiling at me in a mask bluer then her eyes but she doesn't go off to play with her fish boy or her runner, no, she's here with me, cape and all.
"Sometimes, staring is good, super girl love the costume. Let's go and save the world, no time for chit-chat."
"Yes, Mr. Oliver Queen, oops, Green Arrow lad, let's go and kick some ass!"
That's my little goddess, flying ahead of us all and all we see is bouncing pig-tails.