A difficult decision.

After all the excitement you've gone through lately, in your mind it felt nice to get some downtime. And while you rest on your bed, you've been thinking about all the women you've taken lately, as well. Especially Vixen... 'How long will it take until Green Lantern finds out what I did to her...?' you wonder nervously. 'Maybe I should just tell him, just get it over with,' you thought. While it was practically a suicide mission, you were supposed to be a hero. Heroes are supposed to be honest, especially with each other. So, you took a few slow, deep breaths to mentally prepare yourself before getting off the bed, and walking into and down the hallway; you were positive things were going to get, leastwise, tense as soon as you drop that bomb.

While your footsteps echoed in the hallway, Shayera Hol, previously known as Hawkgirl, was coming your way. You remember seeing her, in action a time or two, as brave and fearless. And a bit sassy to anyone. She briefly eyes you, but not like she was a hungry predator. No, she gave a smoldering glance. 'Does she know something...?' You feel your heart starting to race as you walk past one another, and you just try to buck up and continue on your way.

Finally, you found the Green Lantern eating lunch in the cafeteria. He seemed to be at peace, until you tell him... So, for good measure, you take another deep breath and take slow steps up to his table. "Uh, hi, Lantern." He looks up at you, still chewing and the swallowing his food.

"Hi. Shadow, right?" he asked. You nod slightly. "So, what's up?"

'Um...' was all you could get out at the moment, balling your shameful fist. Then you decided on an action. "Listen. Is there somewhere we can talk in private?" Lantern got up and asked you to follow him. It took a turn or two for you to recognize which way he was going: the gym, of all places... Well, at least you can get a pseudo workout when stuff hits the fan... so, once we had gotten in, he stood by the treadmills, one of which you remember seeing Mari run on, with arms crossed. "So, what's this about?" You could tell by John's tone that he started suspecting something was off.

"Ok," you said, deciding this for yourself. "Here's what happened..." From that point, you told the entire story of what happened in the gym the other night: meeting Mari, having the demonstration workout, grappling each other, and finally... the sexual 'coup de gras' to calm Vixen. John seemed to have trouble believing what he was hearing, but he was now giving you a similar transfixed, smoldering, enraged gaze; you were dead...