[I do not own Teen Titans or any characters mentioned in this story. I also do not own Benny's Breakfast House, that belongs to Concolor44. His idea is spectacular, a place where hero and villain alike may be served any food in the multiverse! I hope he approves of the story so far, and I hope any reader like it as well.]

A very tired, annoyed Angel treaded down the dirty streets of Jump City, searching in vain for a cafe. A very amused, annoying Kyd Wykkyd treaded right beside her, still chuckling at his friend's misfortunate situation. Angel tried her very best not to reach over and pull on the strings to his hoodie to shut him up.

Angel had finally decided that she'd had quite enough with the lowly thieving to get by. She'd grown sick and tired of being borderline thrown out unto the streets every night because she barely had enough to get by. To tell the honest truth, Angel had never really been the best at being the bad guy. She was a terrible thief, she had a heart eleven sizes too compassionate for any real villain, and not one person in the villain world would ever dare take her seriously. Angel's friend Wykkyd always joked that it was her curse. She was doomed to look and play the part of an angel forever.

Angel had learned a few days ago from an anonymous source about a place she might actually be able to get a job. It was frustrating attempting to get a normal job when the first thing your employer points out is the fact that you have wings and glowing yellow eyes. This cafe she's learned of apparently wasn't like other jobs. Angel could still barely believe it herself.

'Benny's Breakfast House', a cafe that catered to everyone, hero and villain alike. They never turned down anyone no matter what their moral standards, and they were able to serve any and every food you could possibly imagine. Rumor has it they even have Tamaranian food there. They not only served breakfast, despite the name. The best part of the entire concept however, was that it was completely hidden from the world. The cafe's physical whereabouts were still very confusing to Angel. Apparently, the door to the cafe was actually a portal hidden in some alleyway or brick wall. One of the cafe's main rules was that only heroes and villains were permitted entry or the knowledge of where the door was hidden, making it a safe space for villains along with heroes.

As Angel read over the information in her mind, she was oh so politely interrupted by her friend's mean chuckling.

"I'm sorry, it's just…a cafe? You've really gone and applied for a job at a cafe?" Kyd Wykkyd said after recovering and sticking his tongue out at Angel's glare.

"Coming from the guy that has a side job as a librarian." Angel said meanly as she smirked at Wykkyd's quickly flustering face.

"Hey! You can disrespect me, you can disrespect my hair, but the books are sacred, Angie." Kyd replied in as serious and offended a voice he could muster as Angel busted into giggles.

"Look, I'm just saying that while you're completely convinced I'll be a huge nerd in my new uniform, you're not exactly Johnny Blaze yourself in those oh so attractive khakis Elliot." Angel explained as Kyd's face dropped and he glared jokingly.

"Here it is, Benny's Breakfast House. Safe haven to heroes and villains alike, and the gatekeeper of every recipe known to the multiverse." Wykkyd introduced, holding his arm out to a dead end brick wall with graffiti covering it. Angel watched in fascination as it glowed purple under her friend's palm.

"Well come on, let's get this over with." Wykkyd said unenthusiastically as he dragged Angel in through the brick wall by her wrist.

When Angel made it through the other side, she was amazed at her surroundings. The cafe itself had a very underground vibe to it - no windows anywhere but plenty of lighting. The walls were red brick and lined with small writings of people's names and the dates they were there on it. Shiny red booths lined the walls with quite a few familiar people sitting in them. The craziest thing? Angel never would have guessed in her whole life that she'd be in a place where she could see The Flash and Lex Luthor sitting in separate booths and not even glancing the other's way.

"Miss Roberts." Came a loud voice that broke over the music playing and the dishes clattering in the background.

Angel turned to see a very elderly looking woman beckoning Angel towards her with her long wrinkly finger.

As Angel nervously stepped towards the woman, the woman started to seem less and less threatening. Angel had met her before, she was the manager here and Angel's new boss. The old woman gave her a moment's look before she tossed a uniform towards Angel as Angel yelped when it landed gracefully on her face.

"Walker! New recruit, show her the ropes!" The old woman yelled as she clambered back to the little office that she had come from.

As Angel clamoured to fit on the ugly apron and the even uglier hat before 'Walker' found her, she saw that she actually recognized her new co-worker.

"Kitten?!" Angel shrieked as she saw the smaller blonde girl make her way towards herself wearing the same ugly outfit.

"Yeah yeah, I have a lot to show you and not a lot of time so don't get too worked up birdie." Kitten said as she rolled her eyes and started dragging Angel around behind the counter.

"But...but don't you...y'know, hate me?" Angel asked confused, shuddering as she remembered the last time they met.

Kitten sighed as she whipped around and looked a lot less condescending than usual at Angel.

"Look, you don't have to like me, and I don't have to like you, we both just need to do what we're told to get paid. Between you and me, the reason I even got this job is because Daddy cut me off. I've learned a lot of humility since we saw each other last." Kitten said much more maturely than Angel could have even expected.

"Alright, rule one: we do not call each other by our villain names, got it? It's okay to call the customers by theirs, but we can't. So I'm not Kitten, I'm Katherine Walker. That guy in the kitchen is Corduroy. Doesn't come out much and no one really knows a lot about him. Guy behind the cash register is not Red-X, it's Maltheus Gregory. Rule two: don't question any of the customers, ever. I know it's pretty weird when you're serving Starfire and she asks for Vasili-whatever, but just jot it down and give it Corduroy, he knows what it is. Final rule: you are not allowed to tell anyone about this place or how to get in unless Miss Trevors says you can. You got all that?" Kitten said very quickly as she pointed towards random places in the room. She took Angel's astonished silence as confirmation and continued with her teaching.

"Good. Since this is your first day and it's almost close up time anyway, you're on cleaning duty. Just stay behind the counter and clean the bar, I can handle the people for today." Kitten said as she shoved Angel towards the counter and threw a towel and some cleaning solution into her hands.

It took Angel a few minutes after Kitten had sped off to recover from her training, taking a look around the cafe and making a strange face as she started to spray solution and clean the counter tiredly.

"Greetings, nerd. Nice Halloween costume." Came a familiar voice as Angel glared up into the ruby eyes of her friend.

"How convenient for you to show up and show your support. Don't you have dusty books to attend to? What are you even drinking anyway?" Angel asked annoyed as she eyed the liquid in Elliot's glass nervously. It was clear but thick, and it reminded her way too much of Germ-X hand sanitizer.

Elliot took a moment to sip from his glass in his normal bored expression before wiping his lips and replying normally.

"Orphan tears." he said like it was the most normal thing in the world. At Angel's horrified expression, his resolve broke and he doubled in laughter.

"Oh my gods, you are so gullible! It's not actual orphan tears, don't worry…" Elliot said as Angel rolled her eyes angrily.

"...It's minotaur sweat." Elliot finished as Angel made a face at him.

"Ha-ha, very funny Elliot. ...Elliot? Elliot, y-you're not serious. This is another joke right?" Angel asked nervously as her friend swallowed down another thick gulp of the mystery liquid.

"Angelina, we've gone over this before. I am a demon. I was raised in actual, literal, hell. In hell, minotaur sweat is a delicacy, it's the equivalent to human alcohol." Elliot replied simply as he held up his glass and gazed at his friend through the blurry liquid that was slowly disappearing.

"Ew! You are so disgusting!" Angel shrieked as she made a face and moved the glass as far away from her as possible. Elliot threw his head back and shook in his howling laughter as Angelina continued to eye the drink nervously.

"Y'know, you'd think after what - seven years? - of knowing me you'd be pretty used to my...unique, diet." Wykkyd remarked as Angel made a continuous effort to push the glass on the table closer and closer to the edge of the counter with her towel.

"You've got a good point. I'm pretty sure I've seen you eat and drink worse." Angel bantered back with her friend, only half focusing on her actual work.

"Right, because Heaven is just the purest place with only the purest foods, obviously explaining why you got kicked out." Elliot said, picking up his glass and drinking from it again.

"We've been over this Elliot - I wasn't kicked out. And at least in Heaven we don't eat actual raw eggs for breakfast like they're fruit gummies." Angel said, shuddering at the memory.

"Well," Elliot began, finally finishing his drink and knocking it on the counter as if the clear solo cup were a shot glass.

"At least we can agree that this is going to be by far the most interesting job you've had so far." Elliot finished, eyeing the superheroes in the room with a nasty look and jutting his fangs to poke out of his mouth on purpose.

[Read and Review please! This cafe is so very fun to write for and the idea is just so much fun to play with! Thanks again to Concolor44 for letting me use his idea.]