UnMasked Nomad

19

^^ New New Apartment ^^

— Erin —

I paused, halfway down the stairs, and sighed. 'I need you to make me a new Apartment, under the Thunder Dome, and move my things there. Lots of white and big windows with a city view. Somewhere in Metropolis. Something fancy-lookin'.'

'I will, Doctor.'

'And build yourself a body, made out of the Nth Metal in my bracelets. Main Form of a Cat, and then a human form, however you'd like to look, though that one will only be for your amusement, not public consumption.'

'Oh!!! And... for yours as well? Is that the underlying message there?' She asked hesitantly.

'If you'd like, and if the form you chose is pleasant to me, I suppose it's possible, though I'd have to clear it with Vera, beforehand. You'll be my Secretary, if that's alright? And yes, you can dress like a hot librarian.'

She chuckled. 'Oohlala indeed madame!!! You're acting out a few fantasies, Oui? What's the Cat for?' She asked suspiciously.

'Just for portability, and I like the idea of being a Bond-Style Villain.' I smiled, thinking of the iconic 'I've been expecting you, Mr. Bond...'

She chuckled again, louder. 'All kinds of fantasies indeed, not all of which are sexual, I see.'

'Something like that.' I smiled, and then schooled my features, and stomped down the last few stairs into the tea room.

Once there, I placed my hands on my hips, glaring at the people who were now staring anywhere accept at me. "Let's get one thing clear!!! I am incredibly damaged, emotionally, and as such I hopelessly overcompensate with an overbearing, sexy, bold, and confident attitude, so as not to display that which I see as weakness, such as my need for 'Sanctuaries'. My private quarters are chief amongst them, and as such will never be invaded by any of you, ever again!!! And another thing! It has nothing to do with Gender, so to be clear, women are just as banned as anyone else!!! Am I perfectly clear? Have I made myself Understood?!?" I snapped crossly.

Black Canary cleared her throat. "Yes, that is perfectly clear, and we will respect your boundaries, going forward. Can you please put on some clothes?"

"No. You're in my home, and I'm fully aware that I am recuperating from my panic attack by forcing you, -the cause of my stress,- to be uncomfortable in my place." I growled, and sat down at the table with a grumbled insult at it for banging my bare knee.

She raised an eyebrow. "I see..."

"I've seen a psychiatrist regularly for the past fifteen years, Dinah Laurel Lance, and I do not wish to be Counseled, in any way, especially in a room full of other people, most of whom are total strangers." I frowned at her.

She flinched at my use of her full name, and nodded. "As you wish... later, then."

"Maybe." I shrugged.

"Doctor, we'd like to ask you about your offer, to Deathstroke; the Armor you promised them? That was a trick, correct? A Ruse, to make them give you time to prepare a more frontal assault?" Kaldur asked, keeping his eyes steadily on my face, not apparently bothered in the slightest.

"First, I'd like to compliment your temerity; it is both insulting to my womanhood and also refreshing, to see you unflustered by my nakedness." I hummed.