March 21

Dimension: Unknown

Artemis is dead.

I went to her funeral.

I saw her go 6 feet under.

She's really gone.

It all went by in a blurr, I remember Han standing next to me, and his brothers sitting behind us. Dick was there, helping Mal, Wally, Conner and a few others carry her casket down the aisle. M'gann and Garfield sit up front with Han and I, trying to keep her emotions in check along with Babs, Cass, Dinah, and the others.

Tim, Jaime, Bart, and the others boys didn't know her all that well, but they still showed signs of sorrow with the rest of us.

I felt warm tears streak down my cheeks, but I didn't do anything about them. What's the point? More are just gonna come down later.

Han rubs comforting circles on my back as he tries to keep himself together.

He knew Artemis. Maybe not as well as most of us, but they were still well acquainted. Her death hurt everyone, even just a little.

I remember being driven to the Gotham Graveyard, and watching the first dirt being thrown into her grave.

I wanted to give her an Amazonian Warrior's funeral, but that would require everyone to be on Paradise Island, and Grandmama wouldn't allow men on the isle.

I threw a golden bracelet embroidered with silver vines, down into her grave, wishing her a safe journey through the underworld, and into Elysium where she may forever be at peace.

"Let's go home, love," I faintly recall Han whispering to me, taking my hand, and leading me away from her grave.

"... Wait…" I said softly, grabbing another rose from the bouquet I placed over Artemis's grave.

Han gives me a questioning look.

"... For Jason…" I justify, silently making my way to the Wayne crypt.

It wasn't too far away from the burial site, and I know it's just for show, and that Jason's real grave is at the Wayne Manor, but I need to see 'him'.

Han lets me go alone, knowing that I needed time to myself.

As I enter the crypt, I immediately make a beeline for Jason's spot.

I set the red rose down onto the ledge under his name engraved in the stone. Large, thin letters

Jason Peter Todd

"Hey Jay-bird," I greet. "It's been a while."

I turn to lean up against the ledge.

"Artemis is gone… but you probably already knew that… It was Kaldur'ahm… Aqualad… He stabbed her on the beach by the Satellite launch. I gave him a piece of my mind after that, and a piece of my power, but it didn't change anything… she's still gone," I talk to the stone, now facing the graves of my grandparents, Martha and Thomas Wayne. "I wish you were here… you'd know how to help us… Me... Well… no… you're a hot-head. You'd've egged me on, even might've helped me kill him… Doesn't mean I don't miss you. As much as we disagreed on your fighting methods, you are still my brother, and I love you as I do Richard, and Tim, and Barbara… I regret not being there to save you everyday, but I cannot change the past… If I could, Artemis would still be alive, Nash would still be a Green Lantern, Tula would still be alive, and Kaldur would still be a good guy… And now I have to take him down. M'gann and I will do it if no one else will. Mark my words, Jason, next time Kaldur'ahm shows his face, he'll be in deep, dangerous waters."

I didn't notice how hard I was gripping the ledge until I heard it crunch under my palms.

My eyes snap down, and I see two large, palm sized cracks in the marble.

'Oops…' I mentally cringe.

I left the crypt, and found Han and his brothers waiting by their car.

I'm not sure how they got it, or when, but I don't want to question their methods.

Their place is surprisingly nice. I don't mean that in a bad way, I just expected it to be… untidy. What? Five men live in the house! You telling me you expected otherwise?

It looked kind of like a hotel, except with only five medium sized rooms.

I haven't been in anyone else's room but Hanuel's. His room is pretty organized, and the color scheme is red and black *cough* duh *cough*.

He has a queen size mattress, with red cotton bed sheets, and a silky black comforter with matching pillows. And I should probably mention, he has a lot of pillows. About 7 stacked up on his bed.

His walls are a solid black, and he has accents of red here and there.

Red bookcase, red chandelier, red picture frames with no pictures in them, the works.

His room is pretty comfortable. Not like I could live here for the rest of my life, but enough to the point to where I could stay for a while, like a hotel or dorm.

I haven't been to the 'Coven's' house all that often, but when I do, I keep a spare set of clothes in Han's drawers. Again, not enough for forever, but enough for a week or so. The same goes in my apartment with Diana. Except it's in my closet ...Hidden from Mom… in the back of my closet… shut up.

When I told Han that I couldn't go back to my house, he offered me a place next to him in his room. I took him up on that offer, not noticing how it sounded.

Han and the 'Coven' allowed Sko to have his own area, where there was a Lion-sized bed, and husky sized food bowl filled with mashed potatoes.

Honestly, I didn't expect such great hospitality from the Coven. I just figured that they were brothers and they just fought, and made messes like everyone else, but they are surprisingly good hosts.

As I enter Han's room, I immediately move to his bed, and plop down on it.

'Elysium couldn't possibly have beds softer than this…' I think to myself.

"I wouldn't know love," Han replies to my thoughts out loud. "Can't say I ever will."

"You will," I reassure, feeling the spot next to me sink down.

"I'm not too sure about that, Princess," Han whispers in my ear, taking my torso in his arms. "I've done a lot of bad in my many years."

"But you're doing a lot of good now…" I argue.

"And who's to say that I'll make up for everything I did in my past?" Han questions.

"I am," I argue, shifting so that we are face to face. "I say you've been doing good since you joined the Team-"

"Since I joined with you," He corrects.

"Same thing," I tease. "You're doing good. And since I don't plan on letting you go for a long time, you will match, and beat your sins of the past. I'll make sure of it."

"How can you be so sure?" Han asks, looking deep into my eyes with his shocking, electric blue orbs that practically glow.

"I don't know…" I admit. "I was sure that nothing would go wrong with my mission, and Artemis died. How can I be so sure of anything right now?"

"I didn't want you to question yourself, love," Han says with a reprimanding tone, as he fixes our position so that his head rests on top of mine.

"Too late for that one," I roll my eyes sadly.

"No. Stop it," He says, pulling me up so that we are on the right side of the bed. "I don't want you ever to do this. This 'second guessing' thing… Never do that to yourself. There are plenty of bad times in the past that I could have avoided if I didn't question myself. If I had just… went with it, I could have been going straight this whole time."

"Then I guess it's a good thing that I'm here to straighten you out, huh?" I try to joke, nuzzling in between his neck and the many pillows on his bed.

"Indeed it is, Princess," Han chuckles lightly.

That night, I slept right beside him. He was warm, and familiar, and… real. I knew he wasn't going anywhere. He couldn't. I won't let him. This Magician is mine, and woe to whoever tries to take him from me.

March 21

I didn't want to move.

All I wanted was to lay down next to Han all day and never come back to the Cave.

But alas, I have Raquel's wedding shower to attend.

"Come on, love," Han whispers in my ear as I bury my face into his pillows. "You must attend."

"I know…" I grumble. "But I'm still sleepy…"

"As most are," He chuckles lowly. "But you must overcome your tiredness."

He moves me around him, making me now rest my head on his chest, which also brought the comforter down the small of my back, making me shiver at the cold air.

"Now 'm cold…" I groan, trying to move the comforter back up, but Han keeps a firm grip on the comforter, keeping it down, and I'm too tired to use my strength against him, even if it is playfully.

"Then get up, and get used to the temperature," Han argues, nudging my head with his forehead.

"Mmnnnoooo…" I decline, falling into the nape of his neck.

"Adeline," Han reprimands, wrapping his arms around my waist, moving to sit up with me in his arms. "Up you go, Princess."

I groan as Han tosses me up, knowing that I'll stick the landing.

"But I don' wanna," I complain, knowing that I'll have to twirl to get my outfit on.

"Adeline, please," Han reprimands. "Most humans have to take hours to get ready. All you have to do is give a little spin and you're ready to go."

I pout at him, knowing that he's right.

"Love," He begins softly, standing up, wrapping his arms around my waist, letting me place my arms on top of his. "I know that the loss of Artemis is a grave one. You and her could have been sisters in another life. But the time to grieve is not now. We need to save face for now, and figure out a way to defeat Kaldur'ahm, the Light, and this human trafficker. Then we can take the time to mourn her death."

I nod, understanding his point.

"I just… I wish I could've done more… I should've done more… I was standing a few feet away, and I didn't even move… why couldn't I move?" I wonder, feeling tears start to whell up in my eyes again.

"As much as it may hurt to hear, there's nothing you could do," Han comforts, gently wiping away my stray tears with his thumb. "She is gone. Fate must have had a reason to release her."

I nod again, trying to believe his words.

I move away from his arms, and I twirl around, feeling my previous outfit grace my form.

"Better?" I ask Han.

"What do you mean?" He asks.

"Are you happy now?" I clarify.

"I'm always happy when I'm with you," He smirks, moving to lean down to give me a kiss.

"Cheesy…" I say against his lips.

"Only for you," He smiles, backing away. "Now, where did you leave Raquel's present?"

"Oh… back in the apartment…" I frown, recalling where I left it before.

"Princess," Han says. "If you cannot bear it, I can go get it for you."

"Would you?" I ask, glancing up at him from the thick frames of my glasses.

"Of course," he says, nuzzling his nose against mine.

"Okay," I giggle. "I uh… I guess I should get going… M'gann and Zatanna will be expecting me soon…"

"Where?" Han asks.

"A small cafe in Dakota City-"

Han wraps his arms around me, and suddenly, we are wrapped in red smoky magic.

The next thing I know, I'm standing in an alleyway right across from M'gann and Zatanna.

"I'll bring you the present in a minute," Han says, "Oh, and Princess?" Han stops me again, giving me a kiss on the cheek. "Happy birthday." Then he disappears again.

'That's right!' I realize. 'With everything that's been going on, I forgot what day it was…'

"Uh, hi?" Zatanna waves awkwardly.

"Sorry! I was running late… I really didn't want to wake up…" I admit.

"It's fine," M'gann (now Megan in public) waves off. "And happy birthday, Addie."

"Thank you," I let a small smile grace my features.

Zatanna has her long black hair down, and she wears a magenta sweater, a navy skirt, and a matching magenta heeled boots, with a pair of grey leggings.

M'gann wears a with shirt with a yellow cardigan, and blue jeans with yellow flats.

Zatanna and M'gann both hold small bagged presents in their hands.

"OH! Han said he'd get my present for Raquel… I, uh… I don't feel safe going back to the apartment," I admit.

"It's okay, Addie," M'gann comforts. "To be honest, I wouldn't want you going back there by yourself."

"Me neither," Zatanna agrees. "I mean, I know you could take out who ever tries to hurt you, but… I think after what happened, we'd all do better together."

"Thank you both," I smile at the two. "Shall we?"

"Yeah! It's just another block down," M'gann states.

We all walk down the streets, and make our way to the cafe.

During that time, Zatanna and I both realize something is up with M'gann.

"M'gann?" Zatanna asks the martian in disguise. "What's up?"

"It's Conner's birthday today," M'gann lets out. "He's never had a birthday when I haven't thrown him a party."

"That's… not really your job any more, M'gann," Zatanna comforts.

"And with Kaldur holding La'gann captive I can't focus on parties," M'gann resolves, as we round the corner to the cafe.

"Megan, Addie and Zatanna are here!" Karen announces as we enter the cafe yard.

"So glad you could make it, you guys," Raquel welcomes, as we all move around the table to give her a hug.

"Happy bridal shower, Raquel," M'gann congratulates, handing her the gifts.

"M' shouldn't have!" Raquel squeals, as we all take a seat.

To Raquel's left, sits Karen, Barbara, and now M'gann. And to her right sits Dinah, Cassie, and now me and Zatanna.

"Actually, it's it's from Artemis too," M'gann recalls, looking at the empty seat at the end of the table, sadly. "We bought it together…"

"What am I doing…? Having this shower?" Raquel asks herself, now feeling guilty. "H-How can we celebrate so soon after-"

"Because Artemis would want us to celebrate," M'gann interrupts.

"She'd kick our butts if we didn't," Zatanna agrees.

"To absent friends," Raquel proposes a toast.

"To absent friends," We all chorus.

"And to the bride!" M'gann states.

"To the bride!" We all toast, standing up in our places.

"You're getting married girl!" Karen says excitedly.

"I know!" Raquel squeals again.

The waitress comes around, and we all order some food and drinks. I order a nice strawberry lemonade, and a salad with tomatoes, cucumbers, a few shreds of carrot, and all but drowned in a Zesty Italian sauce.

"Say what you want about cafe's being expensive," I begin, taking another bite of my salad. "I think it's worth every cent."

The girls giggle a bit.

"So have you and Mal decided on a date yet?" I ask while I have everyone's attention.

"Well, we're thinking about sometime in the fall, or maybe we'll just have a winter wedding…" Raquel ponders. "Either way, I'll still need you girls to come to the bridal shop so you all can get fitted for your dresses!"

"Oh, we'll be there," Zatanna states.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," Barbara agrees.

About an hour and a half into the brunch, and I still haven't seen Han anywhere.

'I hope nothing happened…' I internally hope.

Then I feel it.

You know that feeling in your stomach when you think something bad is about to happen? Yeah. That.

I begin to look around at anyone who might have a lingering eye on our group.

I shouldn't have been looking around, as it turns out. I should've been looking up.

Up is where Captain Cold had stationed himself. And across the street was his target, the bank, which was just delivering a new shipment of… whatever it is that banks get delivered to them.

We all hear the initial blast of his weapon, but before it hit the delivery van, I warned everyone with a very loud:

"ICE!"

Right before Zatanna and M'gann forced a bubble to form around us so that the ice wouldn't freeze us.

"Time to go, ladies!" Black Canary shouts, as we all do whatever we do to get into our uniforms.

I twirl, M'gann shifts, Zatanna casts a spell, Batgirl strips revealing her outfit on underneath her civvies, Cassie twirls with me, and Rocket and Bee press a button on their wrists making their uniforms form over their bodies.

"Kaerb Eht ECI!" Zatanna shouts, forcing the ice to break, and shatter around us.

We all stand together over our to be meal, and we glare at Captain Cold as he shakes under our collective gazes.

"I'm completely doomed, aren't I?" He asks, dropping his ice pick.

"One hundred percent," Rocket confirms, seconds before we all rush him, taking him out in less time than it took for him to scream.

After the Police Arrive, and Arrest

'Han never showed…' I recollect, pacing a rooftop, debating on whether or not I should go to the apartment, and check.

'What if Nash is there?' I freak myself out. 'No, stop it. You can take him. You did it before, and you can do it again.'

I nod, and make a resolve, jumping down into the nearest zeta tube.

'Recognized, Wonderbat. B0-0,' The machine announces, taking me to Gateway City.

I jump out of the Zeta in Gateway, and fly over the many blocks I have to to reach the apartment.

As I land on the roof, I feel anxiety course through my veins, and all of the 'what if,' scenario's run through my head.

I begin to go down the roof entrance, and I make my way to the apartment.

As I approach my door, I sit and listen for any sound.

I hear a chair rattle on the floor, then a creak in the floor boards.

I stand alert as I knock on the door, and duck out of sight of the peep-hole.

Feet lightly patter over to the door, but they don't answer right away.

I knock again.

This time they answer, swinging the door open wide, and they pull me in, and toss me onto the floor.

I make a quick recovery, and throw my attacker beneath me, and I untie my lasso from my waist, and wrap it around the person's neck.

Only then did I recognize the familiar features of the woman.

"Auntie Donna?" I question, my eyebrows lifting in shock.

"Surprise," She chokes out, just before I release her.

"Aunite!" I shout, tackling her in a hug. "Why didn't you call ahead? I could have made arrangements for your stay!"

"Well I figured Diana would be home?" Donna states, embracing my hug as we both stand up.

"Uhmm… no… No, she's on a mission. Super secret. Can't tell," I lie to her.

"Well, then I guess I did you a service?" She states more seriously. "I caught an intruder, sifting through your belongings."

"Oh, no. Auntie he wasn't-"

"Isn't he the one who tried to take over our island?" Donna asks, pulling a bound, gagged, and slightly beaten up Haneul from behind the kitchen island.

"No, that was his brothers-"

"And he is a spy?!" She assumes.

"No! Auntie, please! He's not a spy! And neither are his brothers!" I try to explain. "They are all a part of the team now! Friends."

Han nods, and gives a muffled response.

"Then why was he going through your belongings?" Donna questions.

"Because I asked him to bring me a present for my friend's bridal shower," I explain.

"And you just let former criminals into your room?" Donna questions with confusion.

"Donna, he's not a criminal anymore," I say, moving to release Han of his iron cuffs, and cloth gag. "He's a good guy."

"Next thing you'll be telling me is that you are in love with his kind," She snorts.

"Well, not my kind per se," Han retorts, giving me a cheesy smirk.

"Adeline, no," Donna's eyes widen as she puts two and two together.

"Sorry, Auntie," I cringe at her wide doe eyes glaring daggers at Han.

"You are in love with a criminal?!" She shouts.

"I think she's made it quite clear that I am a retired criminal, and an active good-guy?" Han states, standing himself up, and rubbing his raw wrists.

'Han! Now could not possibly be a worse time for your snark!' I mentally yell at him.

"Great Hera, Adeline!" Donna all but shrieks.

"Donna, I swear on the River Styx that I wouldn't have fallen for him if he were still in his criminality," I swear to her.

I glance at Haneul's expression, and that all but contradicted everything I just promised.

With a large smirk, saying 'Is that a challenge, Princess?'

"I do apologize, love," Han moves to hold my hands within his. "I said I'd get the gift for Rocket, but, I was a bit tied up."

"It's alright Han," I smile weakly at him. "We'll just save it for her wedding day."

"As much as I enjoy this scene," Donna interrupts, a disgusted look upon her features. "I come bearing gifts of the birthday variety."

"Is this why you came all the way here?!" I ask in shock.

"Our Queen sends her regards, and best wishes," Donna states, pulling a box out from her suitcase. "These are an upgrade."

I take the box from her hands, and I begin to open it on the table.

Inside are a new pair of cuffs. Still the same size, make and model of my current ones, but these have small Greek inscriptions lining the spines, and curves of the metal.

"We all thought it fitting to give you something that keeps the demons away, given your recurring nightmares," She explains, as I switch mine out right there on the spot.

"I love them," I smile, and hug Donna.

"I'm glad," She smiles. "We did spend much time making replicas of the ones Batman gifted to you. It has the same features, and design, but now, you are warded from any evil seeking to harm you."

"Thank you, Auntie," I smile at the older woman, giving her a bear hug.

"Not a problem, Princess," She hugs me back. "Now, since your mother is not available, perhaps I shall take up a residence on her bed?"

"Oh, that's fine!" I say. "Normally, that would be fine! But, I can't let you do that…"

"And why not?" Donna asks, placing her hands on her hips.

"Because-" I struggle to come up with a good reason.

"-Because the house has been approved of bed-bugs," Han saves. "Nasty things, really, but for now, the exterminators have deemed it best to stay elsewhere until they receive the right equipment to take care of the problem."

"These… 'bed-bugs'..." Donna begins. "What is their weakness?"

"We know not," I state. "But the exterminators do. So for now, I will have to advise you against staying here."

"Very well then," Donna agrees.

"I shall have a hotel room set up-"

"There is no need," Donna stops me. "I shan't be staying long."

"Are you sure, Auntie?" I ask. "I would enjoy the company-"

"I'm afraid I am needed back on Themyscira, young Princess," She smiles fondly at me. "But, expect me to pop up every now and again. I need to watch out for my niece, you know."

"Of course, Auntie," I smile up at her.

"I shall be taking my leave now," Donna states. "Don't let me catch anyone else in your apartment while you are not here. Stay away from drugs, blah blah blah…"

"I shall," I laugh at the older woman. "Until next time."

"Yes, until next time," She waves, giving me one last hug.

"It's been a real pleasure-" Han begins, reaching his hand out, when suddenly, Donna takes his arm, and twists it painfully the other way behind his back.

"If you hurt her, you will face the wrath of the amazons," She threatens. "Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal," Han chokes out in pain.

Donna accepts his answer, and releases him from her grasp.

"Goodbye, Adeline!" Donna waves once more, this time moving to the window.

"Goodbye Donna! Send Grandmama my best wishes!" I wave, as she back flips out of the window.

"Your family is an interesting one," Han notes, holding his injured arm.

"Yes it is," I agree. "Now let's go home. I'll sit you down on the bed and fix you up, just like old times."

"How about we switch it up a little bit?" Han asks mischievously.

"Oh?" I ask curiously.

"How about this time," Han murmurs, moving to nestle his nose into my neck. "This time you'll be the one under me…?"

"HANEUL!" I shout at him, slapping his chest.

"Hey, it is your birthday after all," He tries to defend. "I'm just trying to be a good boyfriend, and give you a present-"

"HAN! That made it significantly worse!" I shout at him, a bright blush forming on my cheeks.

"I know," He laughs. "You know I won't do anything you aren't ready for. But, I do have a real present for you back at our place."

"Oh, now it's our place?" I tease, letting him wrap his arms around my waist.

"Mmm… you're there enough," He says, pressing his cheek into the side of my head. "Might as well be…"

I reach up to wrap my arm up the side of his head, playing with his blood red hair.

"Does that mean I can redecorate?" I ask, a knowing smirk on my lips.

"Not in my room you don't," He pauses my train of thought.

"Aww… and here I thought it was 'our room'," I play pout.

"Oh, quit it, you," Han plays along, making us sway from side to side.

We stay like this for a few minutes, just feeling each other breathing, and moving, when a thought popps up into my head.

"Han?" I ask lightly.

"Hmm?" He hums against my neck.

"Have we ever gone dancing?" I ask.

"I don't think so… why?" He asks.

"I want to," I state. "Even if it's just the two of us alone in a living room. I want to do that."

"Just say the words love," Han says, his hands beginning to glow red as his magic winds up.

"Not right now," I stop him. "But eventually…"

"Hmmm…" Han vocalizes, calming his magic down so his hands remain the same, tan color they usually are. "I'm ready for that nap now."

"Mmmm," I hum in agreement. "Me too."

I close my eyes as I feel the rush of his magic engulfs, then dissipate around us, revealing that Han had teleported us into his room, right in front of his large bed.

"Give us a twirl," Han says, releasing me, and falling back onto the bed, beginning to make himself comfortable.

I twirl counterclockwise, twice, so that I bypass my civilian clothing, and go straight into my pajamas.

He smirks sleepily at me, then makes room for me next to him on the bed.

I smile at his antics, and I scoot in next to him, letting him rest his arm around my waist while the other one curls underneath his pillow.

His hand reaches down a bit to lift the hem of my shirt, just enough for him to fit his hand onto my back, then he stops there.

"Times like this are the times I wish I could freeze for eternity," Han admits, rubbing soothing circles against the small of my back with his fingers. "Just the two of us. No distractions, interruptions, alien invaders, missions… nothing. Just..us…"

"You get so cheesy when we're in here," I notice, pulling the covers up to tent over our heads, leaving nothing but his bright blue, glowing eyes to illuminate us.

Without another word, he ducks down and plants a long, loving kiss on my lips.

I hum against his own lips in appreciation, as be both begin to respond to each other. He hums in response, making my lips tingle from the vibrations. I giggle a bit from the feeling, before delving back into the moment with him.

Within seconds, the kiss goes from innocent, to heated.

Han brings our kiss in deeper, moving his arm from beneath his pillow, to cup my cheek, keeping me in place. I let him take control of the kiss. I don't normally feel the need to take control of where our kissing ends up. I just let Haneul do what he wishes.

When we first started going out, he wouldn't go any further into a kiss, until we had a thorough discussion about it. The first time he even hum'ed against my lips, he backed away, and apologized.

Of course I pulled him right back in, and did the exact same thing to him to prove that I could handle it.

My point is: I know he'd stop before he introduced something new into our… escapades.

I feel his tongue slip from between his lips, grazing my own soft lips, asking politely for permission to enter. I let my own tongue come forward, and lead him into my mouth. Our tongues tangle, and play for a bit. Exploring each other, and playing a little game, before Han moves to lean on top of me, shifting our positions, but this time he keeps my arms in place above my head, stuck firmly in his grasp.

"...Told you…" He whispers against my lips, before delving right back in.

'Punk,' I mentally retort, not wanting to break apart.

"Mmmm… What was that you said earlier?... About not falling deeply in love with me… if I were a criminal?... If I were a 'bad boy'?..." Han asks teasingly, kissing me in between each question.

"...Han…" I whine, not wanting him to keep pulling away from me.

"I bet I could still win you over," He states, a wild smirk making its way onto his features. "I think It's my charm. You couldn't live without it."

"I wasn't challenging you, Han," I defend, leaning up to capture his lips again, but he backed away.

"Or maybe it was my body, huh?" Han continues to tease. "Seeing my shirtless on your couch? Sweaty, glistening, covered in blood?"

"Han, I swear if you don't get back down here and kiss me-"

"Hmmm, I'm not sure, Princess," Han all but purrs. "Are you sure you could love a former criminal?"

"Haneul," I breathe out heavily. "I'm already in love with you."

Han smirks, then leans down to kiss me even harder than before.

I try to readjust my arms, but his grasp is unrelenting.

"Just where do you think you're going, huh?" He asks, teasingly.

"I'm going to get a better, more comfortable angle," I retort, smirking against his lips.

"I don't know, Princess," Han feigns a pondering look. "I think I want to keep you right here."

"And I'm not moving from here," I acknowledge. "But I do prefer to have feeling in my hands."

His eyes widen slightly, and he releases his grip on my wrists.

"I-… I apologize…" He states slowly, pulling away so he is on his haunches, straddling my waist.

"Han, I wasn't complaining about the other part," I whine, missing his kiss already.

"I did not mean to hurt you," He tries again.

I sit up on my elbows, getting closer to his face as I reach up with my hand to caress his cheek.

"Han," I say, making him look at me. "I doubt you would let yourself hurt me before I say something. My hands were only tingly."

"But I still allowed myself to become carried away-"

"And do you see me complaining?" I ask. "I like it when you get carried away…"

He chuckles darkly.

"Sadly love, getting carried away is not within the plans for tonight," Han says, leaning down to nuzzle his nose into mine.

"Then what is in the plans for today?" I ask.

"You, in bed, eating and watching whatever you want," Han says.

"Han-"

"No! I shall not hear another word," He interrupts. "It is your birthday, and you do what you want. And I know you've been wanting to sleep, and eat."

"Did I ever mention how much I love you?" I sigh, watching as he readjusts himself, lying on his back next to me, moving me to lay on his chest facing the wall where the T.V is located.

"You may have mentioned it once or twice," Han smirks, using his magic to pop in a movie.

"Well, I love you," I state, reaching up to place a kiss on his nose.

"You better," Han laughs. "Otherwise this position would be quite awkward."

Okay... yell at me all you want... I'm a bad person. Shame on me. Shame on my family. Shame on my cow.

Luna Star Phantom: YES I HEARD ABOUT SEASON 3! Now, I might have to delay those other fics I've been planning for W.B, just so I don't misconstrue any info.

Ryan Last King: As do I.

blockysteam161: I tried... I really did...

Mystery Lobster: Thank you for your understanding! I am my own editor, and I am also a beta account for anyone who's looking for a beta. I do like to make sure my characters have some kind of mental hesitation when it comes to life in general, especially when it comes to Nash. He thought that nothing could bring him down because he is a Green Lantern, and by doing this he underestimated the power of Fear, thus leading him to believe that Fear is the best power he can have, making him a bit egotistical, and also jealous that Addie saw this, and refused to be his. Thank you for your review! I'll need to look up who made the artwork for Addie's new look. I got it off of a website that had a bunch of Wonder Woman revamped looks, if this helps any?

So, I've been thinking about making a few other fics if anyone's interested?

-Gargoyles (Brooklyn/Oc)

-Voltron: Legendary Defender (Maybe Kieth/Oc, maybe Shiro/Oc...O_o)

-Once Upon a Time (Nightmare Before Christmas)

-Fairy Tail (Oc/Laxus)

Anyone interested? If so, let me know which ones you'd like to see first! I've already started working on all of the, in my spare time (*Cough* class time *cough*)

-Gargoyle77