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James was never the one to believe in soulmates, the idea of meeting your beloved and having your happily ever after with them is such a ridiculous notion to him.
The idea of your soulmates touching you for the first time and having a special mark appear to seal your fate.
He has been on this god forsaken earth for many centuries now and never once he had a courtesy to meet his soulmate.
After years of waiting and hoping, he stopped hoping he would meet his forever one and have them by his side, even after he foolishly still held on to that hope.
In the end, at least he got more important things in life (or afterlife in his case), like robbing and stealing of course!
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Gentlemen ghost was in one of those creepy, abandoned mansions in some spookier parts of gotham.
Angrily mumbling to himself while sipping some tea (truly British at heart), his henchmen knew better than not to dispute the ghost, so they just left him alone.
While resting on an armchair, he ever so calmly put his tea down on a small coffee table beside him before slamming his face on both of his hands.
He can't take it anymore, this past week has been tiring. Suddenly everyone around him is getting soulmates, the next moment he was just reading the morning newspaper and then the next moment he was getting all sorts of news from both villains and heroes perspectively.
The Riddler got a soulmate, Polka-Dot Man got a soulmate. Hell, the god damn Joker even got a soulmate and it's to the Batman of all people (which they made surprisingly good chemistry with each other).
Just because he accepted that he ain't getting a soulmate any time soon doesn't mean he is still incredibly bitter about it.
“I need some fresh air” the ghost suddenly stood up from his chair and started to walk down towards the exit.
As he about to leave, he look one of the henchmen and said “I'm getting fresh air, don't burn the place in my absence”
“Y-yes sir!” the henchmen gave a quick salute
The ghost only hummed in knowledge before phasing in out of the wall.
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The distant sounds of honking cars, flickering lights of lampposts out on the streets, and the smog that faintly covered the starry night over the City. Overall it is a quiet night in Midway City, it's his favorite kind of night in Hawkman opinion.
When there's no crime to stop and some free time on your hands, you tend to do a lot of thinking and that thinking led to him to the current topic of his mind, soulmates.
Breathing in the smoky filled air, Hawkman stood atop one of the towers, Watching over the city like a hawk (Get it?).
Soulmates, such a curious topic to start a conversation on. Even though he ran his unfortunate luck when it comes to his history with soulmates, he still liked to think his special someone was still out there, just waiting to be found.
Looking up to the skies and seeing the starry night scene that laid before him, ‘hmm, the stars are beautiful tonight’ he thought to himself.
Those are one of the reasons he liked the city, maybe he should take Shiera out to stargazing sometimes.
His train of thoughts are shortly interpreted when he hears the clicking of heels, he knows those heels all too well. As he quickly jumps off the building and flies to the direction of the source of those clicks, he hopes the ghost won't disappear this time but hopefully end his reign of thievery once and for all.
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It was a quiet night and there were not many people out. Which in turn is a perfect night to go on a walk, and away from prying eyes to gawk at his ‘ghostly’ form to say the least.
The Ghost was whistling an old tune he heard decades ago while walking down the familiar streets, Taking in the silent night.
He was just minding his own business really, he's not really planning anything evil. He is just going on a walk, that's it.
But he should really be careful of his surroundings though, who knows what kind of enemies lurking around the corner.
James immediately stopped walking, something was wrong he could feel it.
Then there it is, a kind of whooshing noise can be heard in James' proximity and it sounds like it's getting closer and closer. . .
Before James could even decipher where the noise was coming from. He was immediately
Kicked in the stomach by an unknown force.
Landing ass first on the cold, hard cement sidewalk, trying to recover from a surprise attack he looked up to see a bird-like mask staring down at him. Oh great, not this guy again.
“Ghost!” Hawkman retorted with venom laced his venom. James does not have time for this.
“Hawkman!~ it's been a while, have you gained weight?” the ghost said while trying to get up from Hawkman's attack.
“Quit the game's ghost, what are you planning?”
“I'm just on a stroll, nothing injurious going on here” James suddenly has a warm feeling down on the place where hawkman kicked him, it's not the one where you experience excruciating pain from getting kicked in the stomach, no. It's kind of an indescribable feeling he can't place, like a warm, fuzzy feeling that feels. . . Nice?.
He would figure it out later, now he has a hero to be dealt with.
“Now it has been nice to catch up, I have important business to catch up” tipping his hat as he finished his sentence.
Before the gentleman ghost disappeared out of nowhere, Hawkman throws his mace at the ghost in hopes to hit him. Which sadly for hawkman, only missed by mere inches, lucky bastard.
Now it's just a hawkman lone on a now quiet night, he will get him some day and bring him to justice on his stupid invisible face and his sexy accent that may or may not turn him on little every time he talks.
Hawkman mentally slaps himself for thinking that way. gross! No way, him and ghost together? Not in a million years nope.
He was just. . . Tired, yeah that's right he was tired, it's been a long night and he thinks done with patrolling for the night.
Sighing to himself, he spreads his wings and immediately flies away from the scene and heads straight towards home. Wondering how he's gonna explain the encounter to shiera.
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When the ghost teleported back at the warehouse the feeling did not go away, in fact it somehow got worse. Now it's a burning feeling he can't shake it off, something is differently wrong.
Entering his private room and slamming his door shut. The room is filled with antique furniture, paintings he successfully stole, and stolen jewels and gold that was spread around the room.
He speedwalk to his vanity dresser and looked to his mirror, wasting no time unbuttoning his vest to see what the problem is.
By the time he removed his piece of clothing he gasped at the sight.
There is a goldish colored mark where the hawkman had kicked him. It's the only part of his body where it isn't invisible.
The ghost stared at his reflection dumbfounded for a couple of minutes before coming to full realization. Hawkman is his soulmate.
That bloody hero is the person he waited for so, so long.
He hovered his hand over the mark before hesitantly touching it, just to make sure it's real and sure enough it is.
How is he gonna explain this? How is he supposed to tell his goons?, his fellow villains? And especially how in 7 rings of HELL is he gonna explain this to hawkman, his FORMER nemesis?
Pinching the bridge of his invisible nose he muttered the words, “oh fuck”
Oh, fuck indeed.