A near death experience brings you into an intimate evening with Death herself.

You stumbled into your apartment, your armor nearly destroyed and your weapons spent of ammunition.

You: Ow...

It was a long day, as Doomsday had returned to Metropolis, and you made the horrible mistake of underestimating the brute and charging in headfirst, which resulted in you being floored into the ground.

Repeatedly.

You stumbled to your kitchen, where you noticed a present with green wrapping and a purple bow.

You: Who got in my house?

You looked at the card on the gift, and it read;

"To the finest hero, enjoy." -JLA

You: The Justice League does gifts? Cool! Weird choice of wrapping though.

You tore into the gift and found a bottle of expensive champagne.

You: Score!

Unlike a normal person who would retrieve a glass to drink the champagne, you uncorked the bottle and chugged it like a college frat boy.

You let out a loud burp.

You: That's the stuff.

You noticed that the card had a second page, and it read;

"JK, choke on it." -Lex Luthor

You thought for a moment.

You: Weird, why would Luthor send me champagne? And why would he say it was from the Justice League? Eh, who cares, it tastes great.

Your vision then suddenly became blurry, your body feeling weak and numb.

Luthor's intentions suddenly dawned on you.

You: Oooooh. It's poison...uh oh.

You suddenly collapsed on the floor of your kitchen, you falling unconscious.

Upon waking, you heard a soft humming, and followed it to a figure laying on your couch.

You crawled into the living room, still weak from the poison, and found the figure to be a beautiful, pale woman casually laying on your couch, humming a song as she listened with earphones.

The woman suddenly noticed you, and jumped up, taking off her earphones.

Woman: You're finally awake, I thought it was actually the end for you.

You reached for the pistol you kept under the couch, but found it missing as the woman giggled.

Woman: Sorry, I cleared out the guns in your apartment, just in case you wake up angry.

You managed to gain the strength to speak.

You: Who...are...you..?

The woman laid back in the couch.

Woman: To put it bluntly...I'm Death.

You were taken aback by the woman's answer.

You: Death?

You managed to stand up, the poison wearing off.

Death: Yeah, I came here because it looked like you were going to kick the bucket, but your body is strong enough to fight off that poison, congrats!

You: So...I'm dead?

Death: No, just not completely alive. By morning you'll be back to complete life when the poison finally wears off.

You: Okay...that makes some sense.

Death laid back on the couch and playfully kicked her feet in the air.

Death: Still, it sucks that you didn't die, makes me feel like I wasted a trip.

You: My bad, I wasn't expecting to almost die.

Death: It's cool, you're too cute to be mad at.

Death's comment sparked a curiosity in you, and you cautiously approached an impossible mission.

You: So...any way I can make you...comfortable?

Death: I dunno, I got a job.

You: A few souls can wait, when was the last time you sat back and relaxed?

Death giggled.

Death: An eternity and a half.

Death went quiet in thought.

Death: Okay, I think I'll stay the night.

You: Wonderful, I love having company.

Death looked around your apartment, and peered into your bathroom.

Death: Your shower looks so relaxing...

You put a hand on Death's shoulder, and found it surprisingly warm.

You: It also has room for two.

Death looked at you with smile.

Death: I'm bad for you, you know.

You: Absolutely, which is why I want you.

Death: Are you usually so straight forward?

You: I just nearly died, I just really want to appreciate life right now...

You leaned in and whispered in Death's ear.

You: ...with you.

Death smiled.

Death: This night just got a lot more interesting...

Timeskip
Your shower steamed the bathroom as yours and Death's clothes laid in piles at the entrance of the shower.

You held Death in your arms as the steam formed from your bodies, her pale skin felling like a soft silk.

Your lips wrestled for a passionate control, not erotic in nature, but rather warm and natural.

You spoke to each other between kisses.

Death: Did no one ever tell you you shouldn't flirt with death?

You: I love things that are bad for me.

You kissed Death's neck, causing her to moan in pleasure.

Death: Careful...keep kissing my my neck and I may keep you dead just for company.

You: If death is with you, then consider my soul yours.

Death: You're not afraid of me, are you?

You: If I was, I wouldn't be in the shower with you.

Death: Fair point.

After the shower grew boring? You both quickly took to your bed, your bare bodies only half covered by the soft blankets.

You continued to kiss Death, your desire reaching a fever pitch.

You: I promise this is our secret.

Death: Go ahead and tell someone, no one will believe you.

You reached and turned off your bedside lamp, leaving only your pleasures moans to fill the night.

Timeskip
You awoke at morning, feeling an unusual energy in your body, as if all that had happened the day and night before never occurred.

Death was gone, but a note with a kiss on it's heading was left where she slept, it read;

"We'll see each other again, xoxo"

You laid back in your bed, in awe.

You: I slept with Death...

You suddenly thrust your arms into the air triumphantly.

You: I slept with Death!

Upon entering the Watchtower for your shift and informing Dr. Fate of what transpired, you were surprisingly reprimanded, as there is apparently a law in the Justice League code that forbids the seduction of godlike beings.

But it was worth it.