XXX just a heads up. We're about to get into some of the more dark parts of Will's backstory. Just a reminder this is an M rated story that touches on some very upsetting subjects. If this makes you uncomfortable, please wait until the next chapter. Will also uses some very colorful language that may offend some. XXX

Honestly Jason and Will had been bored as Will found his stash in the kitchen and decided to share.

"Million dollars but, everything you eat tastes like ass." Will suggests, head lazily rolling over as he takes a swig of his beer.

"Fuck no. I love food too much." Jason laughs, knocking back a bit of his own beer."Can't believe you managed to stash Shinner in here."

"I always stash beers where I think I'm going to be for too long." Will smirks.

There was a small silence as the football game suddenly came on. "Ah, Packers man." Jason laughs, sitting forward to play a bit more attention to the game.

"Seriously? What are we? 40?"
"What do you mean?"
"Beer and football." Will's eyebrow crooks, tilting his bottle as he talked.
"Well I mean, that's like the best sunday afternoon to me." Jason sits back. "Manliest too."
"Footballs gay as shit. And that's coming from me." Will snorts, shaking his head as the screen seemed to be flashing from man to man.

This caught Jason's attention. What did he mean 'coming from me', Will was one of the manliest men he knew! He was buff, he was quick to knock teeth down someone's throat and wouldn't be pushed around. How manly is that? "What? No way! Look at those studs! Besides you're manly as fuck."

"In tights, tackling other men in tights then dancing around." Will finishes, he sets his beer down on the coffee table. "Hah! Manly. I get the white girl supreme at starbucks sprinkled with extra rainbows and I am a 'queen of the drama variety." Will accentuates with his hands in as frilly of a manner as possible.

"Whatever man. And what do you suggest is better? I swear to god if you say soccer I'm going to dropkick you." The archer scoffs.
"Boxing. Two huge dudes duking it out. Come on. Golovkin's my shit." Will laughs as Jason just stares.

"Ok. I can't argue with you. Boxing is pretty fuckin' manly." Jason admits defeat, reaching into the box for another beer. "This should become a normal thing though. Remember playing Madden with me when we were kids?"
"I remember kicking your teeth in at Mario Kart." Will's eyebrow raises, realizing that Jason sucked at videogames.
"No you frikkin cheated! Princess Peach was busted as fuck." Jason groans, putting his face in his palm.
"You hit every fucking banana."

The two laugh before silence. Will's crystal eyes scan over the archer, remembering what he looked like as a little kid. They really grew up in their time apart.
"I loved going to your house as a kid." Will admits, crossing his legs and leaning on the arm of the couch.

"I loved having you over. Why did we stop?" The archer wonders, trying to figure out what happened.
"Time, I guess." Will trails off, fingers tapping on the arm of the couch. He bites his lip momentarily before finding himself glancing back to Jason, who was staring at him intensely.
"Will. That's not true. We could have hung out all through middle school and through high school." The archer prods, only hoping to get back to enjoying playing with his childhood friend.
"I-I don't know.I just got busy I guess."

Jason wasn't quite satisfied with that answer as evidenced by the crooked eyebrow he gave Will that just screamed 'seriously'. Finally Jason broke eye contact and took another drink of his beer. "Will. I think you're hiding things."

The amazon nearly jumped out of his skin before stareing the archer down in suspicion. What was he prodding at? "Did something happen to you?" Jason finally blurts, deciding to get to the point.
"I- um." Will looks away, not really wanting to go into this. Eyes cast away for a moment before Jason suddenly realized Will was not about to give him anything to work with. There was some reason Will kept quiet. And he'd have to respect that.
"It's alright if you don't want to tell me.I just want to know if you're okay." The bowman settles. Will was silent for a second before looking back of Jason. He was a good man, a much better man than himself.
"I'm… recovering." The amazon admits.
"Good. That's all I can ask for." Jason settles, deciding to leave it alone for now.

Will was perplexed, he was certain Jason would push him harder. Most did. Perhaps one day he could tell him. But today was not that day.

"So your favorite boxer is Golovkin? Says he fights tonight." Jason nods to the ticker under the game, announcing the event.
"Oh fuck yes! Wanna come watch at my place?" Will asks, just happy to be back to talking as if nothing happened.
"Shit yeah!"
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"Feel better?" Clarke asks, standing as the demon did.
"Much. Thankyou." She takes in a deep breath, suddenly appearing slightly human, usual rigid posture more relaxed, although not quite slouching yet. Her shoulders moving with each slow and steady breath. But why was she breathing? She never did, she never needed to. But here she was drawing in air needlessly. The kryptonian found it strange.

"So where do we go from here? Wait on the next assignment and dwell on all this new information?" Rai bluntly asks.

"Well. Perhaps. Honestly, I don't know what batman wants from you. This is kind of his project." Superman states honestly. "I'm all for the hands off approach but I have no control over this whole situation." His hands went out as if to show he was completely separate from their issues.

Rai understood. Seemed batman was keeping them pretty under wraps, her purpose beginning to get even more blurred. The horseman felt a sense of confusion and just being completely lost. She was a demon among men, a wolf among lambs. She'd have to discover that for herself as it seemed the Justice League had no inclination to help her.

"Alright, Well, I'm heading out for the night." Clarke chirps, yawning dramatically, pulling the demon's attention to himself.

"Alright. Goodnight."