Time for the morning after. You know how it goes from here, don't you? I expect you do, I've been doing it from the beggining. Seriously howcouldyoupossiblynot

Disclaimer! Honestly, you should've seen that coming. Also you should know I don't own this game, this comic book company or anything it owns. With that said, enjoy the chapter.

He woke up, still a bit groggy from the previous night's taxing activities. He rose his head, and moved his left hand underneath it. He looked to the side, to find a sleeping Catherine Cross. His right arm was underneath her body, so he slowly and carefully claimed it back. He sat up and swung his legs out of the bed, setting them on the slightly cold floor.

He got up and threw on his pants, walking down to the kitchen to make breakfast. He looked through her shelves, trying to figure out what to make. Nothing seemed right. He turned to the fridge. Omelets it is. He took the necessary ingredients, closing the door with his foot as he finished. He sat the food on the counter, picking up a frying pan, and a bowl. He noticed the oranges in the counter and decided that an orange juice to go with the food would be a good idea. He started cooking.

-MEANWHILE-NOT THAT FAR AWAY-JUST UPSTAIRS REALLY-

She woke up, his scent filling her senses. She opened her eyes to realize that his sight didn't come with the scent. She got up and stretched, humming of enjoyment. Then she heard him whistling from below as he cooked... omelets? She stood up, and threw on his shirt, rolling up the sleeves. She slowly and silently walked down the steps, the scent of breakfast, making her stomach growl.

"You can come out now. I know you're there." She smiled sheepishly and walked the rest of the way down, finding him with the skillet in hand, masterfully putting the omolets on the plates that were set. He went back to the counter, picking up the blender with fresh juice. She wrapped her arms around his waist.

"Well, you thought of everything." He wrapped an arm around her and kissed her on the lips.

"Pretty much." She sat down, picked up her fork and took a bite out of her omolet. She basically moaned of pleasure.

"Oh my god! I love you so much right now." He sat down and ate some of his omolet as well, taking a sip of juice afterward.

"I'm gonna take a leap of faith here and say you like it."

"I love it!" She leaned on top of the table to kiss him. He met her halfway. Some moments of silence later.

"You only knew I was awake because my stomach betrayed me." She pouted. He chuckled at her antics.

"Actually I also felt a body with an extremely low temperature coming down the steps. But now that you mention it, you shouldn't go out into the field on an empty stomach. People might notice." She raised an eyebrow in amusement.

"Are you mocking me?"

"Of course not... thunder belly." He broke into a fit of laughter. She smacked him in the arm, smiling.

"You... bastard."

"I'm... HAHAHA... sorry... it's just... HAHA... it... HAHAHA!"

"If you think that's so funny, you can say goodbye to seeing me naked for two weeks." His laughter was becoming more controled.

"I'm sorry... Haha... it's just that...Hahaha... when I heard you're stomach I thought we... Hahahaha... we were being attacked or something." He kept clutching his belly, falling backwards making her break into a fit of laughter as well.

"Oh my God! This is ridiculous!" They kept laughing, slowly getting up and putting the remains of their breakfast in the sink. They kept each other upright. Then he looked into her eyes and she looked into his, smiling at each other. They moved in closer and closer. Their lips touched, soon moving in a dance that was learned before, into what they were sure was their most passionate kiss ever. They both stopped to regain their breath.

"Alright. I... forgive you."

"Thanks." He kissed her again. Before the kiss could escalate to something more, she stopped it. He looked confused.

"What's wrong baby?"

"Nothing. It's just that..."

"What?"

"We have to talk." He sensed this was an important matter so he moved to her couch, sitting them on it.

"Or rather I have to talk, you have to listen." He nodded his comprehension, asking her to keep talking.

"So... basically... I..." God, how hard can it be to tell him this? She huffed. He was getting concerned with her.

"What?"

"I... it's about work." Oh.

"What about it?"

"I... just... wanted to... stop working for Circe."

"... ok. And..."

"And... maybe... if possible... I'd like to work beside you."

"Is that it?"

"Yeah." He embraced her and kissed her forehead.

"Oh Cat. I thought it was something else."

"Like what?"

"I thought you were going to drop THE bomb on me."

"What? No. It's too soon for that don't you think?"

"Yeah."

"We've only been dating for a few months and we've taken the necessary precautions."

"I know. It was stupid to think that. Sorry. Anyway, back to the matter at hand: you want to switch sides." She nodded in confirmation.

"Pretty much." He tought about this.

"You do realize that's going to be a bit tuff to acomplish. I mean, it's not like I can just walk you in the Watchtower."

"Right. I'm gonna have to prove to them I'm reformed and that I'm not some sort of double-agent."

"How do you expect to do that?"

"Well I've been feeding your team info for the past months, so I think that if you take me to the right people I can give them even more information. Crucial information."

"Like what?"

"Like locations of various magical villains and their allies. Followers of Brother Blood, Trygon, Circe's plans..."

"Yeah ok. I get the idea, lots of info in exchange for a chance to fight for the good guys."

"Pretty much." He thought about it for a moment.

"That might work. I'll take you to Wonder Woman. She's our best bet."

"Ok. Yeah. When do you want to do it?"

"As soon as possible."

"Alright." She kissed him. He kissed her back. Then they heard his inter-com receiving a call.

"Miss Magician here. Pick up Max."

"Maxwell Strong, magical services at your disposal. How can I be of service?" He heard her laugh through the ear-piece.

"I need you to meet me at my coordinates. I think we've got some kind of spirit possessing a bad guy. I need you to do your thing."

"Well if he's possessing a bad guy what's the problem?"

"The spirit's worse than the guy." It was his turn to laugh.

"Alright, I'll be there in five."

"Make that two. You need to hurry."

"Copy that. Strong out."

"Do I even want to know?" He chuckled at Catherine's jealousy.

"That was Miss Magician. She's a colleague. And a friend. That's it."

"Hmm hmm. You make sure you keep it that way."

"C'mon baby, you know I only have eyes for you." He hugged her around the waist and kissed her cheek.

"Yeah right. Get moving before I go there and freeze her pretty boy."

"Alright, easy now." He went and got a spare uniform he left there for emergencies.

"We'll do that thing once I get back, ok?"

"Sure. Be careful." She kissed him slowly. He went to his car, revved the engine and drove away at top speed.

Awww. Another chapter done. Here's the connection betweeen the two stories. I hope you enjoyed it. It wont take much longer to end the fic, so keep reading. Review this chapter and maybe favorite it and/or me. Alright so:

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