Psylocke caught her lower lip between her teeth in a silent debate on how to react. She was glad to read amusement on his features and not disdain. Bloody Spike. She kept one hand on his hip, gripping it now, while her other arm slinked around his neck. Closing the proximity between their faces and gently pressing her form into his, she released her lip to speak. "Oh, I have many things, love. Though, if you are inquiring my code name, that would be Psylocke. If you mean more..." her laugh was devious as her muddy brown eyes dipped down to his mouth.
She removed the hold on his hip to bring up the arm, hand in a fist, and she concentrated on forming a psionic blade, the purple light barely illuminating the darkness around them. It wasn't solid, though the air quivered within it. "I can manipulate psionic energy, turn it into blades, wrap it around my body. " She threw the blade into the ground and hugged herself to the Green Arrow, shadow-porting them to a building two places down. "I can teleport, but only through the shadows." [And I'm a telepath.] Her voice cut through his thoughts, only there long enough to reveal her ability. It may not always be so wise to reveal her powers so willingly, but Psy could more than take care of herself. And in this new world, it was fun.