He shouldn't be doing this. He knew that, yet it appeared he couldn't stop himself. He had done some digging and found out that this was her favorite night club. Now he sat in the shadows of the building across the street, waiting for her to show up…

There. He had found her at last. She walked out of the alley next to the club and started talking to the bouncer. She had forgone her (un)usual hairstyle tonight, opting for braided pigtails instead. She wore a three-quarter length sleeve t-shirt and shorts, both black. Thigh-high striped stockings stood out on her legs, and she wore black converse high tops on her feet. The overall look was very sporty/goth. It looked great on her. Apparently the bouncer thought so too, as he stepped aside and let her pass. He poured on the superspeed and darted in right behind her.

"Have a good night, Jennifer," the bouncer called over his shoulder. Jennifer flashed him a smile in response then worked her way out to the center of the dance floor.

'Great,' Wally thought, 'The one place I can't follow her.' He sat down at an open table and watched her dance. He was fully aware that he was behaving very much like a stalker would, but, for some reason, he really couldn't care less.

She didn't look like she would take a break anytime soon, so he let himself drift slowly into his daydreams.

"I thought I told you to stop following me."

Wally snapped out of his daze and turned to see who was addressing him. Crap. Jennifer stood in front of him with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face. "How did you recognize me without my costume?"

"Your hair kinda stands out."

"Look who's talking."

"Whatever. If you have to be here, you might as well dance. You look like a loser sitting over here by yourself."

"Why don't you join me then?"

"Not gonna happen." And with that, Jennifer grabbed Wally's hand and pulled him to the middle of the floor.

Jennifer began to move to the music while Wally had a mild panic attack.

"Jennnn, I really can't dance!" Wally said while looking for a gap in the crowd he could escape through.

"Calm down. At least you can't be worse than that guy." She pointed to a man about ten feet away from them who looked like he was having a seizure and was trying to pass it off as dancing.

"But Jen-"

"Just shut up and dance loser."

XXXX

When Jennifer got back to HIVE headquarters that night, she found a rose on the front step with a note attached.

Thanks for not making fun of my dancing tonight.

Smiling, she turned around just in time to see a figure in red and yellow dash off into the night.