Not well...

John Stewart kept looking at you in an intense silence, his green eyes radiating with a burning hatred, it seemed. "Let me make sure I understand this. You're telling me that a practice session, between you and the woman I'm seeing, turned into heated sex?"

"That's about the gist of it," you shrug nervously, while your heart beats to the rhythm of a horse in fast gallop. His mouth was raised to make his upper lip nigh-invisible, taking in what sounded like a lot of air before expelling it out some.

"Look, kid. I'm only going to say this one time, so listen closely." You meekly nod twice, feeling like a kid scared of its parent about to punish him. "Being a Marine, I've learned that there are things that we must do, things we should do, & things we'd like to do. For instance..." He came up to you and you now felt intimidated. "I'd like to knock your lights out for what you did..." he growled. "But." He then stepped back, his face losing a bit of that fury. "What I should do is keep the same thing from happening again, but Mari is a smart woman and doesn't always need protecting. So what I gotta do is talk to the other founding members about your punishment, and future missions. More specifically, who you'll be paired with." John walked out of that room and left you feeling weakened inside, despite not raising a deserving hand to you.

Later, you went back to your room and when the door slid closed automatically, your responsibility to admit the truth turned into grief and frustration; your face crinkled as you seethed inward through your teeth, right before punching the bedside wall with a yell. You then kicked your bed, levitating your foot on the consequential pain of your toes. You lament softly from it and just sat on your bed, feeling that your belt was tight around your waist, and just took it off to throw away from you.

Your chest felt constricted, your breaths were a little loud, and all from... being mad. Now it seems like your so-called triumphs with women seemed to be a curse. Or at least with women you work with. 'It started so simple with Supergirl,' you reminisced. 'Then there was Canary, Poison Ivy, and Huntress.' But the only one that seemed to hurt you was Vixen, from telling her boyfriend the truth.

'What about the guy who was dating Helena, Question? He'll find out, given his detective skills.' These thoughts started making you doubt that REGEN would truly help you. "I don't even care about the claws..." You lay on the bed, curling into a ball for a while...