Interrogation
He was just drifting off into sated sleep when Shayera spoke, her breath tickling his chest hair.
"Tell me what's going on."
He murmured, "Well, on this planet, we call it sleeping –"
She poked him playfully. "You talked in your sleep last night. Said something about time and Rex. What are you and Metamorpho up to?"
"Just a practical joke. Bats has been looking way too serious lately."
"Some joke," she scoffed. "You've mentioned it every night this week."
Then Shayera sat up with a start. "John? Why do you have that look on your face? What's going on?"
Author's Note: Written for the Fanfic 100 Challenge. Prompt: Touch