Killing time before time kills you

She was sitting in the livingroom, gazing through a magazine, and drinking coffee. She had her legs crossed one over the other. Just killing time.

Jonathan was walking towards his room from the basement. He hadn't gotten almost any work done. The Batman thing was bothering him and he was now wondering if all that had been worth it... He uttered a laugh. What kind of a villain started to feel remorse on getting back at their nemesis? He sighed and decided to show those thoughts aside for now.
He stopped when he saw Superwoman sitting in the living room alone. He considered a moment should he go in... Finally he made up his mind.

Jonathan walked in front of the woman. He tried to not lose his cool. "Hey," he started. "Would you mind if I sat?"

She glanced up at Scarecrow. "If you want to." She watched him sit down, and just continued to read her magazine. She started to get bothered by the silence. "What is it that you want?"

He sat next to Superwoman on the sofa but he kept a distance between them. He crossed his fingers in his lap and didn't look at the woman next to him. His thought was to apologise but he didn't quite know how to start. He didn't want to make himself more of a fool as he already was.

"What is it that you want?" Jonathan started as Superwoman broke the silence. He willed himself to get it over with.

"I... I came to apologise. For what I did to you... I know it was really off the scale but I did it on impulse. I was pissed. I know a mere apology isn't enough and..." He looked at Superwoman. "Just tell me what I can do to make it up to you? I'll do anything.." He placed his hand on Superwoman's.

She looked at him as he apologised, she turned her attention to the hand he put on hers, and pulled her hand away. "I forgive you, just don't shoot me with that gass ever again. Otherwise I will break everybone in your body, and that will hurt alot, seeing as there are over 200 bones in a human skeleton." She said getting up.

Jonathan watched in stunned disbelieve as she got up. He grabbed her arm and made her sit again. "That's it?" He said. "I'm practically groveling at your feet and you just..." He huffed in frustration and waved his hand in her direction. "Ugh, just forget it..." He leaned on the sofa and crossed his arms, not looking at her.

She looked at him frowning. "What? You expect me to do then? Just spread my legs for you again, huh?"

Yes. He sighed listlessly. "No... Of course not." He said and rose. "I just don't want any animosity between us I guess. And I apparently gained that so... I won't bother you again." He said and went towards the door.

She shighed. "I don't hate you. I just hate what you did, and to be honest that groveling you are doing just irritates me more." She took a sip of her coffee.

Jonathan stopped and turned around. "Irritates you? And here I thought you liked people being inferior to you. But I guess nothing is good enough for you." He said. He didn't know what had gotten into him to try and get in Superwoman's favour again. The woman clearly didn't care. He should just stop waisting his time on her....

She stood up putting the magazine and the coffee cup on the table. "Most people are, I won't deny that. But your groveling iritates me because you expect me to be like a normal girl. Talk about my feelings, cry and be gentle and loving, stuff like that. Just tell me what do you want from me? Sex or something more?" She said crossing her arms over her chest.

Jonathan listened what she said. Now he was sure. "Both. But now I'm sure I can't have that 'more' from you. You are a very intriguing woman and I don't think I could be if it was just sex with us. There. Now I've told you." He too crossed his arms.

He came back from the park. He was annoyed from the fact that he didn’t met someone he didn’t know. He walked past the living room seeing two people. “Now I've told you.” He walked back, Scarecrow and Amanda. His curiosity made him walk into room. “Hello Amanda, Scarecrow. Am I interrupting something?” He looked at them, giving them the chance to send him away.

She narrowed her eyes at Scarecrow. "As you wish then." She saw Oliver walk in. She couldn't help but smile softly when she saw him. "Hi Oliver. And no you are not interrupting anything." She looked at Scarecrow. "Or is he?"

Scarecrow watched in surprise at Superwoman's sudden change of mood. He saw her looking past him so he turned around and saw that Green Arrow guy. He narrowed his eyes. They are in first name basis... He thought bitterly. He now could visibly hear his chances being washed down the toilet. He turned back to Superwoman.

"No. I think we are done here." He said dryly and went to walk past Green Arrow, giving him a dirty glare before leaving the room.

He responded on Amanda with a smile. "No. I think we are done here." He raised his eyebrow when Scarecrow gave him a dirty glare. He watched him leave before taking place on the couch. “Well, he is cranky.”

She sighed, and sat on the couch. "He just wants something I can't give him." She looked at Oliver, smiling slightly. "So, met anyone new?" She patted the seat next to her.

“You can give everything.” He said teasing. “Doesn’t mean he deserved it.” That sounded like a ~How was your day.~ He thought about it. “No one actually. But I had an interesting conversation with x23.” He looked at her, a teasing smile came on his face. “And sweet Amanda, how was your day.”He spoke the words in a theatrical way.

She looked at him amused. "Sweet?" She laughed. "You really think I'm sweet?" She stopped laughing, but kept smiling. "I'm doing great, nothing to complain about. What did you talk to x23 about?" She asked tilting her head looking at him interested.

He liked her laugh it sounded better than her evil one. He was surprised ones again that she looked interested. “We talked about the sky and the park.” A smile filled his face. “You know about who or what comes in your mind if you look at a object.”

She listened to him. "Oh. Well what came into your mind?" She asked leaning back on the couch and playing with her hair, looking into his eyes, smiling.

He watched her play with her hair. “Home. And stuff.” He smiled. “If you wanna know more you need to play it also.” He didn’t want to tell about x23 problems, that kid had problems enough. He pointed at a painting. It looked like a replica of a Picasso. “Where do you think of if you see that?”

She turned to look at the painting, squinting a little bit. The colors were darks and reds. "A battle field." She turned to look at him. "Was that good enough?"

He went with his hand through his hair, looking at the painting. He smiled at her. “It is your imagination. If it is a battlefield you see, it is one. And no one can change that.” He pointed at a Vermeer, the Milk girl. “In that one I see a girl who hates to work. You can see that because her face is looking sad mixed with a little bit anger.”

She looked at the painting with the girl. "I think she got dumped by her boyfriend for a richer girl. Or that she doesn't get to dance tonight." She said laughing a bit.