Chapter 33

Once me and Galatea were cleaned up and sitting down in one of the embassy's meeting rooms, we were like children who just suffered being beaten by the mother's almighty slipper of doom for fighting one another and were then forced to sit beside one another to 'talk' out our problems. That was how awkward the silence between us was.

"So... Why did you attack me when I went to enter the room?" I asked finally to break the silence so we could get to the heart of the problem.

"You mean besides when you used my head as an excavator to break through concrete and the foundation of a shitty school?" She sniped back toxically.

I merely blinked softly as I crossed my hand over my chest and shot back. "You were still under the programming of your masters... Be glad you didn't die like your sibling did. As I obviously took it easier on you than the league did on that other clone that was in Cadmus." I spoke making Galatea's fist audibly pop at the realization me and the mini-league could have actually fought harder as the other members of my team were defending Fouquet and dealing with the other two assassins while we went at it.

If they were around then the fight would have ended much sooner and possibly even lethally as none of us would hold our punches against a hostile Kryptonian.

And Galatea knew that as Wonder Woman wouldn't and couldn't hide the battle the league had with Match when they literally ripped Cadmus out from the Earth and firmly told the world, 'No more clone bullshit.'

"Fuck you, you long-haired pansy bitch." Galatea cursed me and I chuckled as I rested my chin on my intertwined hands.

"Not like I haven't already seen everything you have?" I spoke with an upturned eyebrow as really... A massive boob window exposing most of the woman's tits and just wearing a unitard for battle was utterly dumb if you wanted to fight in a superhuman battle as plenty of grappling happens when we are tearing at one another in the air.

Galatea huffed and rolled her eyes as she leaned back to throw her foot atop the very clearly expensive table between us. "You think I wear this crappy leotard for protection? I wear it as not only is it durable to survive me fighting but every single man's eyes are driven right where I want them so I can control them." She said smugly and just to be an ass I laser-focused on her fantastic tits.

"Are you even listening to me, you fucker?!" She yelled hearing no rebuttals from me after half a moment of silence

I shook my head and played up my 'confusion'. "Huh what sorry I wasn't listening at all and tuned you out."

Galatea slowly moved her feet off the table and leaned forward so she could meet my eyes as she spoke softly as though to avoid the listening devices that were almost certainly in the room. "I am going to enjoy putting you under me!"

"Yeah yeah yeah... I doubt that you have the ovaries to put me 'under you.' I said making fingers at the whole putting me under her, as I had become much stronger since I came back from Fairy Land and she seemingly only gotten healed up from the Amazon people and didn't get any of their enchanted gear or whatever.

Galatea understanding what I was meaning surprisingly pinked and coughed at the crass way I turned her words around. "Hmph! Like I would sleep with an ass like you. You haven't even apologized for beating the shit out of me."

I couldn't help but give her a look of utter confusion as despite this life being bereft of really any romance, I knew quite well that an apology after beating someone's ass like a bongo drum didn't really do much... But then again, she most certainly didn't really have a human mindset with her only upbringing being downloaded mental information and the warped Amazonian culture she may have absorbed over the weeks she spent there.

"Would an apology mean anything even if I did truly mean it? I mean I certainly didn't enjoy fighting you as removing charred flesh is not fun at all... But if it makes you feel better." I leaned forward as well and gently took Galatea's hand as my purple eyes met her sky-blue ones.

"Galatea, I am truly sorry my team and I had to fight you. We had our mission and you had yours. I hope we can put that day behind us and at least become friends, as I imagine Wonder Woman will enjoy finding ways to make us suffer so we can come together in training."

Galatea light pink cheeks took on a ruddy hue as her hands tightened up in my grasp and she demurely nodded softly. "Ok... I will let it go." She muttered with her eyes staring at our conjoined hands but then her eyes snapped back up to mine. "But in return, you need to teach me how to live amongst you humans as I do not really fit in with the amazons, and I refuse to sleep in a tiny room here in the embassy." She stammered and I nodded as just to show my understanding I made my Hollow features retract showing off my human side.

"That's fine... I mean we can easily get money through various means as heroes, as the league has programs to help its heroes who can't get a job like I couldn't. But then there is also how there will almost certainly be plenty of cash to loot from a drug cartel." I said with a mischievous smile at the opportunity to live out the show Narcos and loot millions of dollars that were hidden in some wall or something.

Galatea being more of an antihero or just not really being a hero in general nodded to my words as she didn't see anything wrong with double dipping in the income pool as it were.

Thats the thing about most heroes in DC in comparison to Worm heroes, all the basically 'normal' heroes had literally multibillion-dollar companies behind them to keep them afloat as well as shield them from scrutiny from actual law enforcement. Whereas in Worm looting gang hideouts for cash was an honored pastime time for rouges and heroes alike.

"Wonder Woman won't like it?" She said softly and I shrugged.

"Why in the world would we do it straight in her face? We can just take a Zeta teleport back to Bogota crack some heads to find who has the most muscle and after we capture and dump the bad guys off at jail, we can walk away with a couple grand and not be an issue." I responded earning another nod in understanding as the League literally pissed away money with their various charities and projects like their space station and other stuff.

Honestly with the way Wally and other heroes hoards dangerous crap as 'souvenirs' the League had no right to complain about us keeping a few bucks after we went to effort and time to hunt down criminals that likely were going use that money to pay off corrupt police officers.