"Something feels wet back there." Wade clumsily flapped his wings as he flew, complaining to Carol beside him. "It's not that I pissed myself. It's that I feel like someone's voyeuristically watching me from behind. I got excited, so I started leaking."
Carol covered her nose and edged slightly away. She flew using Cosmic Energy; the pair of pristine white wings on her back were purely for show.
"You know that counts as workplace sexual harassment, right? Do you want me to tell Slade?"
"Don't, I was just saying. Sigh, work is so hard these days that I've realized life is just a cycle." Deadpool hurriedly stopped with the dirty talk and changed the subject. "Every day, it's eating, drinking, shitting, and pissing. Not exciting at all. I once dreamed of becoming a dancer."
"All right, dancer, have you picked a suitable location?" Diana cut short their banter. She was always very serious during missions.
Normally, when she acted alongside the Justice League, she had no command authority. But in a situation like this, she felt as though she had returned to Paradise Island, to those warm days of hunting wild boars with her sisters.
Looking down from the sky, they could see many well-dressed people flying about on the ground. Spaceships and vehicles looked no bigger than matchboxes. Clouds occasionally brushed past their cheeks, carrying a faintly damp scent.
Flying by flapping her own wings was far better than piloting the Invisible Jet and having people mistake her for squatting over a toilet in midair.
The only issue was that they were somewhat slow. Hawkgirl's spare wings generated lift by beating the air, so they simply lacked the foundation for faster-than-light travel.
Kendra's new suit, which she wore at all times now, was much better. Its wings had been