Showers. They didn't have them on Themyscira. On Themyscira, it was either the communal bathhouses, or the ocean, and bathing in the ocean sometimes ended with you smelling worse than you did before you entered. Alexander thought back to his time on the island, remembering the early days. Back then, he didn't mind sharing the bathhouse with the Amazonians. As a child, aside from the obvious curious questions here and there, he hadn't even given it a second thought. As he had grown older, however, it became more and more apparent to him that his differences as a male wouldn't allow him to blend in so well among the Amazonians anymore. He started visiting the bathhouses less frequently. However, do to the rigorous training regiment he endured thanks to Wonder Woman, he couldn't afford to not wash at all, though he wished he could, as more and more awkward situations had developed for him in the bathhouses as he grew older. When he turned fourteen, he began visiting the bathhouses only when nobody else was there.

 When he had first been relocated to the Star City facility, even among all of the amazing technology he had come across there, the first thing he did was take a private shower. Since that day, he'd spent a large amount of time in the shower. A secluded, private place. He began to realize that it wasn't just great for getting clean, but it was a wonderful place to be alone with his own thoughts, and he had much to think about. Sometimes he wondered what the rest of the team thought he was doing in there for so long, and the thought would make him chuckle. With one such chuckle, Alex dipped his head under the steaming water and sighed contentedly as he closed his eyes and ran his hands through his hair. Ah, to be clean, and alone. Undisturbed. 

[b] "ALERT! ALERT! METAHUMAN ACTIVITY DISCOVERED IN A HOSTILE SITUATION ON THE CORNER OF MAIN STREET AND GRELL AVENUE!"[/b]

 The alarm blared in his ears and his eyes shot open. He quickly turned the water off and opened the sliding glass door to the shower. He leaped out, not bothering to dry off, smiling in excitement at the prospect of combat. Then, his wet heel hit the ground and he slipped, flailing in an attempt to grasp something stable. He managed to grab a towel, but it didn't serve as a very good support, and he collapse in a heap on the floor. He grunted, the alarm still blaring at him, and hopped to his feet, bursting into his room to find his equipment.

 By the time he had fully equipped himself, and slung his bow over his shoulder, the team had already departed. He didn't waste any time drying his hair as he walked out of the compound and into the street. He passed a stranger on the road, and with a nod and a handshake, asked the bewildered woman where Broadway street intersected with Grell Avenue.

 "I uhm... Aren't you...?" The woman stammered, taking note of Apollo's appearance.

 "Yes, I am. Now, there's trouble on the corner of Broadway and Grell. How do I get there?" Apollo smiled at the woman, but he patted his foot impatiently. No sooner had the woman finished her sentence did he run off in the direction of the action.

 He jogged at an ordinary pace at first, but soon, with his Olympian muscles, he picked up enough pace to keep up with, and even surpass the traffic. He reached a traffic light and leaped over several cars at once, grinning widely as he felt the sunlight hit him when he cleared the cars and landed in the intersection, feeding his strength, and lightening his already giddy mood. A gift from Father, he thought. When he landed, he saw what could only have been Hellfire in the sky. He noted the direction that Gabe was looking, and altered his course to meet gain a better vantage point/firing position. Now he was on Broadway street, staring down the road at a ring of police officers, and a cheering Plastic Man, who was standing over the blue crystalline lump that could only be Icicle. Apollo jogged up towards the scene, nodding at the cops, who didn't return the nod, but did let him pass. He knocked an arrow as he neared Plastic Man, the arrowhead and shaft glowed very brightly, a warning to Icicle to be sure didn't try anything clever. 

 "Well done, Plastic Man. That was impressive. Our mentor would be pleased." Apollo said, giving a smirk to his teammate as he steadied his aim at Icicle. He hadn't noticed until now, but his hair was still dripping wet from his shower, and his clothes had sopped up some of the water as well. He looked like he'd just been swimming in them.

 "Late, [i]and[/i] messy. You sure know how to make an entrance, Alexander..." He thought to himself.