You should.

All the previous missions you'd been on had you fucking a woman, metahuman or not. And this would probably be no different... But you didn't sign up with the Justice League to build a harem, not that it wouldn't be nice to have one; You're supposed to be a true hero, to do the right thing even though it's difficult.

As you draw in a long breath, you channel in all the stress and hardships recently to have them stick to it like flys to a sticky strip of flypaper. Breathing out slowly helped to expel that collection of stress and refresh your spirit. "Let's save the day again," you tell yourself with optimism. You collect your things, and suit up as you passed through the opening door.

The command center for the Watchtower was abuzz with activity as you entered, whether on the monitors about the state of the world below the heroes or from maintenance working on the hardware that makes your base of operations function properly. And at the console down a walkway before you, the Martian Manhunter talked to Hawkgirl, no doubt regarding a task for you both to accomplish. You take gentle strides up to them both, greeting them as pleasantly as you could. J'onn turns to you with a stolid face, as always and says,

"I'm glad to see Supergirl hasn't killed you. If not for your nanobots, the damage could've been much more serious and you would've been out of commission for much longer." That was the truth. But you believe that your recovery was possible by much more than just your own creation, but you dare not mention any names. Yet.

"Well," you say, "I'm glad to also have friends that care about me so much." Hawkgirl saw your brief gaze in her direction, smirked some at you and got right to business.

"I take it you know these people," she informed. As if on cue, J'onn typed on the keyboard and pulled up headshots of Star Sapphire, Gorilla Grodd, Copperhead, and many others in a 5 x 7 fashion.

"Some of them..." You had to admit, you recognized a minority of the lot from the news; There were definitely 2 or 3 times more male members than the females.

"All of them worked for hire," J'onn explained. "Paid by this man." The organized cluster of pictures had bern slid to the left of the screen to introduce a new profile beside it, a picture just as tall and as wide: a tanned man with no visible hair anywhere on his face.

"Luthor..." Your growl was more than evident; there was a mugshot all too familiar-looking. That man was one of the absolute worst of the worst! He was completely power-hungry behind his business tuxedo, and he would stoop to any level to make his ambitions a reality.

"Yep," Shayera said, bringing your attention back onto her. "These jokers are part of what Luthor calls his Injustice League. Looks like a few of them are trying to cash in on Johnson's formula. If they get their hands on it--"

J'onn finished her thoughts. "It will mean chaos for mankind." And you thought out loud that if Luthor has it, things could spiral out of control in his favor. "This is why you and Shayera will intercept them here: Wayne Enterprises." J'onn pulled up a picture of the company where Batman was CEO there as Bruce Wayne, and a picture half as tall on the right side of it: some kind of mobile satellite system as big as a golf cart, complete with a satellite dish.

Shayera spoke up. "The Wayne tech heads made this satellite with enough horsepower to transmit data 9 times around the world before you could even blink. Even with interference. Our intel says that if those creeps steal that, they'll spread those aphrodisiacs through the troposphere. In a range of kilometers." She continued, saying that you both could intercept the trio together, or one of you could head them off at what will probably be where they intend to enact their plan: Luthor Corp, the tallest building in Metropolis.