fic: You Know the Flesh is Easy (DC Comics: Secret Six, Knockout/Scandal Savage, 1/1)
Okay. So. A surprising number of my f-list used to be in DC Comics fandom, which -- you know, is it wrong to say that near the end, it's kind of like being ass-fucked without lube by those guys from Deliverance? Not "wrong" as in "oh, that's *wrong*", but as in "metaphorically incorrect"?
...so I promptly started reading DC Comics.
"But wait!" I said. "Only a couple of things! And only in trade paperback!" And honestly, it's Secret Six and the four-volume Seven Soldiers, because Grant Morrison + Zatanna + Klarion the Witch-Boy = WIN. Anyway. (I'm tempted to read Shadowpact, but then I remember that Bill Willingham is a toolbox, and say no thank you.)(And a hell of a lot of Vertigo titles, but Vertigo isn't regular DC canon. Yay for imprints!)(For the record, Scandal is the one on the left; Knockout, on the right.)
you know the flesh is easy
by Gale
SUMMARY: How an ex-Female Fury and the only surviving daughter of Vandal Savage fell in love.
Escaping from jail is not a big deal; she's done it before, plenty of times. No one was even killed this time, which Kay counts as excellent. She has no opinion for or against collateral damage, but she has a secret soft spot in her heart for Hawaii. Maybe, if they're very good, she'll come back and conquer it one day.
But she's not stupid, so out of Hawaii it is. She likes the climate, though, and so ends up in Australia, which is also tropical and surrounded by water but contains a great deal more beer. The people all seem pleased to see her, though she admits that that might be because they don't know she's what they term a villain.
Still, she's optimistic. There's got to be something for an ex-Female Fury who once dated Superboy to do. There's got to be.
*
And then, during a robbery or an attempted assassination (she's never sure which, and frankly, the circumstances don't matter anymore), a slender, compact female plows into Kay's right side and knocks her off course.
"No offense," the woman says, "but I can't let you do this. I've been contracted not to."
She has a firm-but-pleasing voice. Kay smiles a little. "What makes you think you can stop me, poppet?" she teases, and punches the woman in the face.
The woman stays down for four seconds, perhaps five, and then leaps on Kay's back.
It's not the best fight she's had since she's been here -- that will, for a long time, be Superboy, even though her being a woman always made him pull his punches just a bit -- but it's still better than she'd expected. The woman is smaller than her, but makes up for it in cunning and guile. She's not afraid to bite, when Kay's shoulder gets too close, and the blades around her wrist cut into Kay's flesh in a surprisingly pleasing manner.
"Let go, you crazy bitch," the woman growls, elbowing Kay hard in the face.
Kay's heart swells, just a bit.
*
She'd gladly stay and fight the nameless woman all day, but humans are remarkably fragile, and the last thing she wants is to see this one killed. When the police arrive, Kay cracks the woman hard in the jaw and takes off. If she's caught, she'll be back in prison. It's not as bad as the mildest child's punishment on Apokalips, but it's still not pleasant. Not enough people to spar with, and a great many women are afraid of seven-foot-tall newcomers. It's maddening.
She follows the woman back to her hotel, then waits a while. When she feels it's been the appropriate amount of time for her opponent to be rested and cleaned up, Kay knocks on the door.
"Just leave it in the entranceway," the woman says, disappearing back inside the bathroom. "Thank you. The gratuity will be added to the bill."
"Gratuity?" Kay asks, furrowing her brow. "What is--"
A knife splits her cheek and slams into the wall.
"You wish to fight again?" she asks, suddenly hopeful.
The woman stands a few feet away, wearing a scant robe and smelling like soap. She is small, though Kay finds most women on this planet small. There's no passion in her eyes, only a cool calculation; but her muscles are tensed for battle, and her heartrate is not particularly fast.
"You haven't come to kill me," the woman says slowly. "Have you."
It's not a question. Kay shakes her head. "That would be rude," she says, and pries the knife out of the wall, hands it back. It would not do for her opponent to be unarmed. "I wanted to know if you would like to have sex with me."
The woman looks at her for a moment, then bursts out laughing.
*
"So on Apokalips," the woman says, frowning, "this is considered - flirting."
Kay nods. "You're very good," she says helpfully. "If I were human, you would have done me considerable damage." She sips her wine.
The woman looks at her for a long moment. "Do you have a name?" she finally says.
"I was named Knockout," Kay says, "but I would very much like it if you would call me Kay."
"Kay." The woman tilts her head, then smiles a little. It is a very nice smile, Kay thinks, and hopes the woman will be a little rough with her. "My name is Scandal."
"Scandal," Kay says, savoring it. She has a vague idea that it is a word, but not particularly what it means; if she did, it wouldn't really have any bearing on her. There are no scandals on Apokalips, merely Lord Darkseid's will and the actions of those who move against him. There is time for nothing else. "You are very lovely."
Scandal blinks at her. "There's a seven-foot Amazon in my hotel room," she mutters, "propositioning me hours after she tried to kill me."
"I'm no Amazon," Kay says. "You have Amazons. I am from Apokalips. I just said th--"
"I'm teasing," Scandal says gently, and smiles a little more. It really is a lovely smile, Kay thinks, and drinks more wine. "I...my mother used to say I take after her."
"I never knew my mother," Kay says. Her stomach throbs in dull cramps. "She and my father provided excellent genetic material for me, though." She yawns. "I feel strange."
"Ah." Scandal nods. "That would be the poison I put in your drink." She sips her own.
Kay gapes at the woman. "Wh--" she starts, watching as the glass slips from nerveless fingers.
"I do not care for murder attempts," Scandal says, "and I prefer not to leave witnesses." She picks up the glass and sets it in the table, wipes it clean with the sleeve of her robe.
Kay falls back against the bed, her vision already graying. It's nothing, really, she'll be up in a matter of hours, she's been dealt worse blows -- but still, to be betrayed--
Scandal leans into her line of vision. "If you survive," she says quietly, "come and find me." Her smile is sly this time. "We'll have a rematch."
The touch of her lips on Kay's cheek is almost worth it, Kay realizes, and sinks into darkness.
*
When Kay comes to a few hours later, she's in a hospital with any number of irritating tubes and wires sticking out of her. She must have been debilitated, if it means her skin and spirit were pliable enough to both be pierced. Tearing them out is short work, as is overpowering the guards and nurses who try to stop her.
Finding Scandal is hard, but not impossible. The few criminal contacts Kay's made all say the same basic story: powerful, intelligent, cold as midnight, damned hard to kill. The last one is said with grudging respect, which Kay understands.
No one ever calls her beautiful. Idiots, Kay thinks, and follows her.
*
She finds Scandal in Russia in the dead of winter, protecting a foreign dignitary. She's wearing a close-cut suit and has her hair slicked back, and looks supremely bored by the whole thing. Bored, but not relaxed; the play of her muscles tells Kay that.
Kay manages to get inside (flattery and false promises, this time, not sheer strength; it's good to learn new things) and make herself inconspicuous -- or as close to it as you can when you're a seven-foot-tall redhead with a full bust, and you're wearing a dark green dress.
She dances with a few men, but never for very long, and isn't at all surprised when a slim figure in a suit slides in before the next man can ask.
"Excuse me," Scandal says coolly, "she's taken." And she turns her back on the man without another moment's regard.
She looks at Kay. "You're not dead," she says, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm not," Kay agrees. "Though you did quite a number on me, poppet. They put me in the hospital for a while."
Scandal settles her hands at Kay's waist. "I asked about you," she murmurs. "Ex-Female Fury, tried to go good for a while. Used to date Superboy."
"Being good does not suit me," Kay says, "though I don't know that being evil does, either. I prefer to be myself." She's been on this planet for several years now; she's still figuring out who that is.
"Mmn." The other eyebrow goes up. "And Superboy?"
"I prefer my men pliant," Kay says. "Regrettably, he was not." She sighs. "Though he *could* pack a punch."
"So can I," Scandal says darkly. She does something with her hands and spins Kay out, reels her back in. Dancing is not her forte, but she does well enough; it is, in its own way, like organized fighting, or a martial art. From the way the other guests are staring at her, she supposes she's doing well enough. That, or men like staring at two beautiful women dancing together. Probably both.
Kay smiles. "Not the way he can, poppet," she says. "But then, you're not the clone of Superman, are you?"
"No," Scandal agrees, smiling back. It's not at all a nice expression. "I'm far scarier than that."
Kay hums and sets her hands on Scandal's shoulders, lets herself be led.
"And how," Scandal finally says, "do you prefer your women?"
Kay grins and leans down 'til her mouth is at Scandal's ear. "Take me somewhere," she murmurs, "and find out."
*
It has been a while since Kay has had sex with a woman. People on this planet are so fragile, so she's mostly confined herself to metahumans, and a surprising number of their women prefer men. There was one redhead a while back, almost as tall as her, with tattoos and a cocky air about her, but that was almost playful; this...
This is different.
This is Scandal, who makes noises like a creature and kicks when she's displeased. This is Scandal, who has small, firm breasts and firmer thighs, and tastes like cream and fine wine when Kay kneels between her legs. This is Scandal, who comes in a language Kay does not speak, and bites as she spasms.
This is Scandal.
*
They fuck like animals for three days straight, stopping only for exhaustion and hunger. (Scandal, strangely enough, does not like mixing loveplay with food; she prefers to mate or eat, not mate *and* eat.) Kay catches Scandal conducting business once or twice, but only while she sleeps, and she stops when she turns and sees Kay looking at her.
"I do not like being ignored, poppet," Kay says firmly, and hauls Scandal back into bed as soon as she is close enough. "We will have to fix that."
"Fix it how?" Scandal asks. Her smile is slow and predatory. It's already Kay's favorite.
Kay leans in and bites Scandal's lip hard enough to make it bleed. "I am sure you can think of something."
"I know I can," Scandal says, and rakes her nails along the back of Kay's thigh. She can feel muscles shred, just a little, and laughs against Scandal's mouth.
*
Love has no place on Apokalips. There are the matings one has after a successful battle, and matings for the purpose of combining genetic material and having children, but not love. It's a strange concept. Kay knows enough to know that it can be a distraction at best, something to get you killed at worst.
She does not care. She is in a strange, cold land, in warm blankets, wrapped around a slender woman who could probably kill her if she so wished.
Kay looks at Scandal, sleeping and compact in her arms, and knows she is in love.
*
She does not tell Scandal, of course. It's too soon; telling her would be considered extremely rude, not to mention presumptuous if Scandal does not feel the same.
Sometimes, though, when they're sparring, or just as she wakes, Scandal looks at her and Kay knows, if only for a moment, that if she were to speak her heart, it would not be brushed aside.
*
Scandal disappears, sometimes. Kay doesn't worry; she disappears sometimes too, to rob an armored car or commit some crime that will pay her well. Living well on this planet is expensive, and time with Scandal has only heightened her appreciation for fine things.
On one such occasion, Scandal comes home after Kay has gone to bed. Her footsteps echo in the halls; when she finalls comes to bed, she is still dressed. Her expression is grave.
"Kay," she says softly, because she only calls Kay by her codename if it is necessary, and it has never been necessary between them. "I must ask you to do something for me."
She's still in her business suit, Kay notices. It makes her look professional. Kay greatly prefers Scandal naked, or in armor. "Anything I can do, I shall."
"Don't say that," Scandal says with a small, odd smile on her face. "Not yet." She sits on the edge of the bed and hesitates, then touches Kay's arm.
"I love you," she says softly. "It seems strange to say, doesn't it?" Her nose wrinkles in a manner Kay is mildly disgusted to find cute. Perhaps she is becoming soft. "I think I started to know when you came for me at the hotel."
"We fought," Kay teases, "and you did not do me the courtesy of staying long enough to fuck me in the weeds. I was disappointed, poppet."
Scandal's smile is more real this time. "If it seems rushed," she says, "I'm sorry. I just -- before I asked this of you, I wanted you to know." She takes Kay's hand and kisses it.
She picks the strangest moments to be gentle. Kay's heart throbs. "Name it," she says softly, "and if it is within my power, I will do it for you, love."
Scandal is quiet for a very long time. Kay looks at her, at this slim woman perched on the edge of her bed, and thinks: I could spend the rest of my life with her. That life will not be long, she knows; she is a warrior, she has no designs of immortality, or even old age.
But this is the woman who will be with her at the end, in the place warriors go. For that alone, Kay will love this planet as long as she lives.
Anything, she tells Scandal silently. If it is within my power, or even if it is not, I will do it.
Scandal's voice is soft. "I need you to betray me."
*
this is the knockout/scandal savage story i have to tell. i probably have a couple others in there, but those mostly feature porn. not that that's a bad thing. also, those involve more biting.
set before villains united, in case you were wondering, and totally not canon. (dear gail simone: MORE MORE MORE PLEASE MORE.)
...so I promptly started reading DC Comics.
"But wait!" I said. "Only a couple of things! And only in trade paperback!" And honestly, it's Secret Six and the four-volume Seven Soldiers, because Grant Morrison + Zatanna + Klarion the Witch-Boy = WIN. Anyway. (I'm tempted to read Shadowpact, but then I remember that Bill Willingham is a toolbox, and say no thank you.)(And a hell of a lot of Vertigo titles, but Vertigo isn't regular DC canon. Yay for imprints!)(For the record, Scandal is the one on the left; Knockout, on the right.)
you know the flesh is easy
by Gale
SUMMARY: How an ex-Female Fury and the only surviving daughter of Vandal Savage fell in love.
Escaping from jail is not a big deal; she's done it before, plenty of times. No one was even killed this time, which Kay counts as excellent. She has no opinion for or against collateral damage, but she has a secret soft spot in her heart for Hawaii. Maybe, if they're very good, she'll come back and conquer it one day.
But she's not stupid, so out of Hawaii it is. She likes the climate, though, and so ends up in Australia, which is also tropical and surrounded by water but contains a great deal more beer. The people all seem pleased to see her, though she admits that that might be because they don't know she's what they term a villain.
Still, she's optimistic. There's got to be something for an ex-Female Fury who once dated Superboy to do. There's got to be.
*
And then, during a robbery or an attempted assassination (she's never sure which, and frankly, the circumstances don't matter anymore), a slender, compact female plows into Kay's right side and knocks her off course.
"No offense," the woman says, "but I can't let you do this. I've been contracted not to."
She has a firm-but-pleasing voice. Kay smiles a little. "What makes you think you can stop me, poppet?" she teases, and punches the woman in the face.
The woman stays down for four seconds, perhaps five, and then leaps on Kay's back.
It's not the best fight she's had since she's been here -- that will, for a long time, be Superboy, even though her being a woman always made him pull his punches just a bit -- but it's still better than she'd expected. The woman is smaller than her, but makes up for it in cunning and guile. She's not afraid to bite, when Kay's shoulder gets too close, and the blades around her wrist cut into Kay's flesh in a surprisingly pleasing manner.
"Let go, you crazy bitch," the woman growls, elbowing Kay hard in the face.
Kay's heart swells, just a bit.
*
She'd gladly stay and fight the nameless woman all day, but humans are remarkably fragile, and the last thing she wants is to see this one killed. When the police arrive, Kay cracks the woman hard in the jaw and takes off. If she's caught, she'll be back in prison. It's not as bad as the mildest child's punishment on Apokalips, but it's still not pleasant. Not enough people to spar with, and a great many women are afraid of seven-foot-tall newcomers. It's maddening.
She follows the woman back to her hotel, then waits a while. When she feels it's been the appropriate amount of time for her opponent to be rested and cleaned up, Kay knocks on the door.
"Just leave it in the entranceway," the woman says, disappearing back inside the bathroom. "Thank you. The gratuity will be added to the bill."
"Gratuity?" Kay asks, furrowing her brow. "What is--"
A knife splits her cheek and slams into the wall.
"You wish to fight again?" she asks, suddenly hopeful.
The woman stands a few feet away, wearing a scant robe and smelling like soap. She is small, though Kay finds most women on this planet small. There's no passion in her eyes, only a cool calculation; but her muscles are tensed for battle, and her heartrate is not particularly fast.
"You haven't come to kill me," the woman says slowly. "Have you."
It's not a question. Kay shakes her head. "That would be rude," she says, and pries the knife out of the wall, hands it back. It would not do for her opponent to be unarmed. "I wanted to know if you would like to have sex with me."
The woman looks at her for a moment, then bursts out laughing.
*
"So on Apokalips," the woman says, frowning, "this is considered - flirting."
Kay nods. "You're very good," she says helpfully. "If I were human, you would have done me considerable damage." She sips her wine.
The woman looks at her for a long moment. "Do you have a name?" she finally says.
"I was named Knockout," Kay says, "but I would very much like it if you would call me Kay."
"Kay." The woman tilts her head, then smiles a little. It is a very nice smile, Kay thinks, and hopes the woman will be a little rough with her. "My name is Scandal."
"Scandal," Kay says, savoring it. She has a vague idea that it is a word, but not particularly what it means; if she did, it wouldn't really have any bearing on her. There are no scandals on Apokalips, merely Lord Darkseid's will and the actions of those who move against him. There is time for nothing else. "You are very lovely."
Scandal blinks at her. "There's a seven-foot Amazon in my hotel room," she mutters, "propositioning me hours after she tried to kill me."
"I'm no Amazon," Kay says. "You have Amazons. I am from Apokalips. I just said th--"
"I'm teasing," Scandal says gently, and smiles a little more. It really is a lovely smile, Kay thinks, and drinks more wine. "I...my mother used to say I take after her."
"I never knew my mother," Kay says. Her stomach throbs in dull cramps. "She and my father provided excellent genetic material for me, though." She yawns. "I feel strange."
"Ah." Scandal nods. "That would be the poison I put in your drink." She sips her own.
Kay gapes at the woman. "Wh--" she starts, watching as the glass slips from nerveless fingers.
"I do not care for murder attempts," Scandal says, "and I prefer not to leave witnesses." She picks up the glass and sets it in the table, wipes it clean with the sleeve of her robe.
Kay falls back against the bed, her vision already graying. It's nothing, really, she'll be up in a matter of hours, she's been dealt worse blows -- but still, to be betrayed--
Scandal leans into her line of vision. "If you survive," she says quietly, "come and find me." Her smile is sly this time. "We'll have a rematch."
The touch of her lips on Kay's cheek is almost worth it, Kay realizes, and sinks into darkness.
*
When Kay comes to a few hours later, she's in a hospital with any number of irritating tubes and wires sticking out of her. She must have been debilitated, if it means her skin and spirit were pliable enough to both be pierced. Tearing them out is short work, as is overpowering the guards and nurses who try to stop her.
Finding Scandal is hard, but not impossible. The few criminal contacts Kay's made all say the same basic story: powerful, intelligent, cold as midnight, damned hard to kill. The last one is said with grudging respect, which Kay understands.
No one ever calls her beautiful. Idiots, Kay thinks, and follows her.
*
She finds Scandal in Russia in the dead of winter, protecting a foreign dignitary. She's wearing a close-cut suit and has her hair slicked back, and looks supremely bored by the whole thing. Bored, but not relaxed; the play of her muscles tells Kay that.
Kay manages to get inside (flattery and false promises, this time, not sheer strength; it's good to learn new things) and make herself inconspicuous -- or as close to it as you can when you're a seven-foot-tall redhead with a full bust, and you're wearing a dark green dress.
She dances with a few men, but never for very long, and isn't at all surprised when a slim figure in a suit slides in before the next man can ask.
"Excuse me," Scandal says coolly, "she's taken." And she turns her back on the man without another moment's regard.
She looks at Kay. "You're not dead," she says, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm not," Kay agrees. "Though you did quite a number on me, poppet. They put me in the hospital for a while."
Scandal settles her hands at Kay's waist. "I asked about you," she murmurs. "Ex-Female Fury, tried to go good for a while. Used to date Superboy."
"Being good does not suit me," Kay says, "though I don't know that being evil does, either. I prefer to be myself." She's been on this planet for several years now; she's still figuring out who that is.
"Mmn." The other eyebrow goes up. "And Superboy?"
"I prefer my men pliant," Kay says. "Regrettably, he was not." She sighs. "Though he *could* pack a punch."
"So can I," Scandal says darkly. She does something with her hands and spins Kay out, reels her back in. Dancing is not her forte, but she does well enough; it is, in its own way, like organized fighting, or a martial art. From the way the other guests are staring at her, she supposes she's doing well enough. That, or men like staring at two beautiful women dancing together. Probably both.
Kay smiles. "Not the way he can, poppet," she says. "But then, you're not the clone of Superman, are you?"
"No," Scandal agrees, smiling back. It's not at all a nice expression. "I'm far scarier than that."
Kay hums and sets her hands on Scandal's shoulders, lets herself be led.
"And how," Scandal finally says, "do you prefer your women?"
Kay grins and leans down 'til her mouth is at Scandal's ear. "Take me somewhere," she murmurs, "and find out."
*
It has been a while since Kay has had sex with a woman. People on this planet are so fragile, so she's mostly confined herself to metahumans, and a surprising number of their women prefer men. There was one redhead a while back, almost as tall as her, with tattoos and a cocky air about her, but that was almost playful; this...
This is different.
This is Scandal, who makes noises like a creature and kicks when she's displeased. This is Scandal, who has small, firm breasts and firmer thighs, and tastes like cream and fine wine when Kay kneels between her legs. This is Scandal, who comes in a language Kay does not speak, and bites as she spasms.
This is Scandal.
*
They fuck like animals for three days straight, stopping only for exhaustion and hunger. (Scandal, strangely enough, does not like mixing loveplay with food; she prefers to mate or eat, not mate *and* eat.) Kay catches Scandal conducting business once or twice, but only while she sleeps, and she stops when she turns and sees Kay looking at her.
"I do not like being ignored, poppet," Kay says firmly, and hauls Scandal back into bed as soon as she is close enough. "We will have to fix that."
"Fix it how?" Scandal asks. Her smile is slow and predatory. It's already Kay's favorite.
Kay leans in and bites Scandal's lip hard enough to make it bleed. "I am sure you can think of something."
"I know I can," Scandal says, and rakes her nails along the back of Kay's thigh. She can feel muscles shred, just a little, and laughs against Scandal's mouth.
*
Love has no place on Apokalips. There are the matings one has after a successful battle, and matings for the purpose of combining genetic material and having children, but not love. It's a strange concept. Kay knows enough to know that it can be a distraction at best, something to get you killed at worst.
She does not care. She is in a strange, cold land, in warm blankets, wrapped around a slender woman who could probably kill her if she so wished.
Kay looks at Scandal, sleeping and compact in her arms, and knows she is in love.
*
She does not tell Scandal, of course. It's too soon; telling her would be considered extremely rude, not to mention presumptuous if Scandal does not feel the same.
Sometimes, though, when they're sparring, or just as she wakes, Scandal looks at her and Kay knows, if only for a moment, that if she were to speak her heart, it would not be brushed aside.
*
Scandal disappears, sometimes. Kay doesn't worry; she disappears sometimes too, to rob an armored car or commit some crime that will pay her well. Living well on this planet is expensive, and time with Scandal has only heightened her appreciation for fine things.
On one such occasion, Scandal comes home after Kay has gone to bed. Her footsteps echo in the halls; when she finalls comes to bed, she is still dressed. Her expression is grave.
"Kay," she says softly, because she only calls Kay by her codename if it is necessary, and it has never been necessary between them. "I must ask you to do something for me."
She's still in her business suit, Kay notices. It makes her look professional. Kay greatly prefers Scandal naked, or in armor. "Anything I can do, I shall."
"Don't say that," Scandal says with a small, odd smile on her face. "Not yet." She sits on the edge of the bed and hesitates, then touches Kay's arm.
"I love you," she says softly. "It seems strange to say, doesn't it?" Her nose wrinkles in a manner Kay is mildly disgusted to find cute. Perhaps she is becoming soft. "I think I started to know when you came for me at the hotel."
"We fought," Kay teases, "and you did not do me the courtesy of staying long enough to fuck me in the weeds. I was disappointed, poppet."
Scandal's smile is more real this time. "If it seems rushed," she says, "I'm sorry. I just -- before I asked this of you, I wanted you to know." She takes Kay's hand and kisses it.
She picks the strangest moments to be gentle. Kay's heart throbs. "Name it," she says softly, "and if it is within my power, I will do it for you, love."
Scandal is quiet for a very long time. Kay looks at her, at this slim woman perched on the edge of her bed, and thinks: I could spend the rest of my life with her. That life will not be long, she knows; she is a warrior, she has no designs of immortality, or even old age.
But this is the woman who will be with her at the end, in the place warriors go. For that alone, Kay will love this planet as long as she lives.
Anything, she tells Scandal silently. If it is within my power, or even if it is not, I will do it.
Scandal's voice is soft. "I need you to betray me."
*
this is the knockout/scandal savage story i have to tell. i probably have a couple others in there, but those mostly feature porn. not that that's a bad thing. also, those involve more biting.
set before villains united, in case you were wondering, and totally not canon. (dear gail simone: MORE MORE MORE PLEASE MORE.)