littleladylord:

"So, he said I should talk to Mr. J'onnz for advice, and maybe see people at the JSA --"

"You're not trying for anything with Superboy, are you?" Claire Montgomery asked her daughter.

"No, we're just reasonably cordial acquaintances and maybe hopefully going to be teammates."

"Good, because that's not even remotely plausible. If you Asked Nicely, you'd give yourself away in a second."

"I'm not going to Ask Nicely for somebody to go out with me, Mom."

"Right. Especially not when it was obvious and you could get arrested or sued. In that department, just do the best with what you've got -- this trying to be a heroine is going to be such a good motivator for looking better -- and highlight the advantages. Now, a lot of guys bristle at the idea of a girl's paying for everything, but let's face it, babydoll: boys with too much pride are not your target demographic."

"...I know, Mom."

faustling:

"Christian," Percy whispered under his breath.  He'd been following the trail of his grandfather's captor for quite some time, and it had been difficult.  There were only whispers of rumors to be found in Gotham, but still Percy looked.  Felix Faust was no hero, but he was family.  And above all else, Christian mocked the name Faust.  That hit home, and it made Percy seriously displeased.

He walked down the sidewalk in standard dress clothes, with his hands hidden in his pockets.

greengenes:

Mickey walked into the kitchen of the JSA Brownstone, in shorts and a bikni, the floating iPod deck that Mikey built her for her birthday behind her.

She was worried about Nic, but she didn't want to seem to hovery. She'd let her sleep in...and then haul her ass out of her room and drag her off to go clubbing later if she didn't surface by two.

But for now, it was a beautiful sunny day out, and Mickey planned to take full advantage of it.

But first, she needed cookies.