Tattletale leaned back on the chair. She was already growing sick of their banter. Grue did the rest of the talking. "Those businesses aren't our businesses," Grue explained, "stick to that part of the city, and we won't have any more problems."
The Red Hand members sat across from them. Rook sat at the head of the table, official 'brains' of the team. He wore a chessboard patterned attire with a scepter that had a sphere at it's end. It was an expensive artifact, from one of his more prouder heists.
Rook had raven colored hair and only a domino mask for a secret identity, similar to Tattletale. Rook said, "one more condition though. What is her power?"
Tattletale's mouth twitched, "I know everything."
"You try and say that to intimidate us, make us speculate what you really know. You'll even give us small pieces of information about ourselves to back up that fact, but I know it's a lie." Rook spoke with a sly smile, glad to pester Tattletale on the subject. "It seems to me like you only have innate intuition, something that's hardly a power at all. Maybe you don't have a power, maybe you're just a good observer?"
Tattletale waved him off, "you got me, I'm just wicked smart."
"I didn't say you were smart," Rook placed an elbow on the table, "a smart teenager such as yourself wouldn't be a villain if she were smart."
Before Tattletale could banter back, his teammate stopped him. Cozen placed a hand on his shoulder, "we have what we're here for," Cozen said, squeezing his shoulder more than necessary. "Let's go, we have to settle back at our base now."
"The abandoned gas station downtown," Tattletale chuckled, "lemme guess, it was Rook's idea?"
Rook shrugged with a smile, "what can I say, I'd rather keep things simple." Rook tapped his knuckle on the table as he got up, "the last thing we'd want is to get hung up on maintenance."
Rook tapped at the ridge of the steel door on his way out. When Rook, Cozen, and the rest of the Red Hand left the room, Regent turned to Tattletale and said, "you should totally fuck him."
"Fuck you," she yelled back.
"I have leftovers jays if you need'em."
Tattletale rubbed at the templates of her head. This job keeps getting harder.
XXX
Lisa went to the building cafe out of costume, wearing her casual attire to check if Matthew was there. She walked slower and slower as she got closer, when she reached the cafe, she pierced her head through the door opening.
Matthew was there, drinking tea like nothing in his life had changed.
Lisa took a step back, and decided not to disturb him. A thought floated by, wait, am I afraid to talk to him?
She stopped in her place, and waited outside. She looked into the doorway again:
Indifferent from the weekend
Won't dwell on me
Good. Lisa thought, he's not taking it personally. She walked in the cafe and approached his table. "Hey Matthew."
Matthew took another sip of his tea and looked up at Lisa, "hey Lisa."
"I couldn't make it to lunch on time. I had a villain meeting today."
Matthew nodded.
Lisa added, "I'm wasn't trying to avoid you."
Matthew nodded again.
"About last Saturday," Lisa paused mid sentance, not sure why she felt the need to make an excuse for herself.
Matthew finished the statement for her, "don't worry about. Do you have to eat?"
Lisa checked him over with her powers:
Giving me the chance to move on from it
Lisa relaxed again, relieved that Matthew would never add unneeded pressure on her. "Sure," she said taking a seat.