A few days after the incident with Artemis saving Jason from the man kitten had passed. She was lodging at a hostel in the city of Gotham for the time being before venturing out. She had told Jason that she was looking out for any clues in Gotham about information regarding the whereabouts of ancient relics. She would hate to see power used in a wrong with at the hands of any human being.
Artemis threw the larger--but not as bruiting as herself--man through the wall. The bar's wall itself, now with a massive hole on it, and the bruised and beaten outcome of a rather objectifying comment he had made to the Amazon. The last time a man had laid their finger on Artemis, she left him fingerless on both hands and feet. She didn't care though; if such comments didn't allow a response they wanted, then they acted on it. This man--the one now lying and groaning from pain's comment insinuated into something greater and she felt completely appalled. This is when he placed his hand on her shoulder--one huge mistake. Artemis was brought up to understand that boys or men were only of servitude when needed, nothing more nothing less. She had seen the cages in which some of the males were held captive and it made her giggle. This was brought on because there were tales and confrontations with man in which they thought themselves as powerful beings. Men are so powerful huh? Then why had they been captured by women and brought only to reproduce with them.
She knew her female neighbors, friends, companions weren't mortal, at least not anymore, but Artemis let this slide as she had grown to understand that it was part of her culture, her nature. Anytime a sudden incident like this would bring on a careless act brought on by the stupidity that was lust in a man's voice, she'd become angry; how dare they see the opposite sex in such an objectifying way? How dare they manipulate, use words to linger the minds of the weak headed females. Males. The oddity and idiotic counterpart of females. Sometimes however, this notion could also be turned and in her experience with being in different locations, it was the female who used lust in such a powerful way, in such an incriminating way to get what she wanted; Artemis stood against this behavior, but if that is how power worked, as long as it did not involve her--she frankly did not care.
It was a funny notion though, that by the clothing worn and how she presented herself, had the eyes of a handful of those who craved her affection, her attention decided to make a move that would get them onto a hospital bed with various broken bones. Artemis did not care either for her attire; whatever made fit was what she used despite looking a bit objectified--it was that in man that made them swines--looking at a female and desiring coitus. <******** neanderthal!" The man said as he limped onto one foot, dragged himself out through the hole of the bar. Smirking, Artemis moved her hands together, wiping her hands on her thighs, removing any sweat and blood from another poor excuse of a man she had triumphed over.
Turning over to Jason, she cleared her throat and began to speak."Test me if you would like, and a similar fate awaits you." Jason however knew to keep his distance. Sitting back down onto the bar stool, which still by the way held her weight in muscle mass surprisingly, she glanced over at the bar tender who without a second glance, poured liquor into a shot glass and placed it in front of her. This would be the start of a very long day she thought as she golfed down the liquor with a small tingling sensation. They could either focus on tracking down the sudden outburst of illegal trade involving Nth metal, or they could focus on a target from rumors she heard about the amulet of Iris. They really had a long day or days ahead of themselves.
Bart Thane
