Disclaimer: I don't own Batman Beyond, the characters used or otherwise. I make no money from writing this, blah, blah, blah.


Poison Green-:-

Tinted more-green-than-blue eyes opened like a window hampered by rust and glared as the sun awakened Delia from her comfortable sleep. No, actually it wasn't the sun, it was the flash bulb J-Man had left on earlier when he was too busy removing her clothes to flip the switch a second time on the way to the bed. She had delighted in it earlier, when they were tasting each other and swapping body fluids; it made the experience more surreal and got her revved up. Now the white-blue light had woke her up and it wasn't even eleven in the evening yet.

Stretching under the covers of the king-sized bed, her skin feeling tingly from the feel of the mattress and actually clean sheets, Delia yawned and brought herself up, covers falling away from her very naked self. She ran a hand through her greenish yellow hair, the knots resisting a little, and she smiled at the open door, smelling J-Man's heavy cigarettes and microwave food.

The evening had been fun. Better than two nights ago with raunchy exercise and two rounds of getting high off of each other. Now she just had to find her underwear and one of his sweat drenched shirts and she could go out into the living room and eat the food he was cooking.

Removing the covers from her body as a whole, breast puckering in the cool air of this cheap little dive of a condemned apartment J-Man called his place, Delia grinned at the cute creak the springs in the bed gave as she got off and bent over to grab her underwear that hung off the table the other Jokerz and J-Man generally used to cut and use drugs. She slipped them on and didn't bother looking for her bra, instead striding to the closet and grabbed a purple button-down shirt with only a few wrinkles.

Not bothering with the buttons, she slipped the shirt directly over her head and took a moment to breathe in the smell of the sleeves. She loved the smell J-Man gave off, not in any sort of romantic way, but because she imagined that this was what a man should smell like to her. Tobacco scented the cuffs of the sleeves, the arms smelled like the highway when riding on a motorcycle and the rest had the pungent smell of his cologne and sweat. Separate, but at the same time mixed up, leaving her feeling good every time she stole one of his clothes.

She passed over her other clothes on the floor and walked into the kitchen, ignoring and at a few points stepping over the other gang members that inhabited the entire complex since J-Man had found the place. Seeing as it was so late in the night, most were asleep from too much booze and such, but some of them woke with her stepping over them and gave a catcall or whistle her way. She repaid those ones a little sashay and sway of the hips before continuing on.

When she got to the kitchen she was greeted by the sight of a shirtless J-Man removing a pot of coffee out of the dispenser and filling two mugs with the scorching hot liquid. She stood in the doorway for a moment before speaking up.

"That for just you or can I convince you to give a little to a starving artist such as myself?"