"Make me laugh."

That's how it started. One day, maybe a week after he got the job, she just turned to him, and in her dry monotone, practically commanded he tell a joke. Logan was bewildered at first, but a quick glance confirmed that it was really happening. The others were just as surprised. Kori was sitting across from him in the stretched limousine, the scheduler and clipboard in her hands all but forgotten as her eyes darted between the two of them. He could see Victor and Dick in the front, looking back at them through the rearview mirror. Yes, the situation was as strange to them as it was to him. He looked back at his employer, and her strangely colored eyes, gazing at him intently.

Raven wanted him to make her laugh.

Now, Logan didn't have any problems making jokes. He liked to think he was pretty damn good at it in fact. But this was Raven Roth, CEO of Azarath International. Beautiful, intelligent, and mind-bogglingly rich didn't come close. She and the company were literally worth billions. Her poise and grace were unparalleled as well. Rumors and gossip surrounded her like a cloud of gnats, but she strode through, unnoticing and unperturbed. More than anything else, her stoicism was legendary. Logan didn't think he'd ever seen her smile, let alone laugh.

However, when you're exceedingly wealthy and powerful boss orders you to do something, you really only have one option.

"U-um." He stuttered, reaching a hand up to rub the back of his neck. He needed only a moment to come up with a joke, despite his nervousness. It was arguably one of his best, and worst, qualities. "What's the difference between a hippo, and a zippo?"

He waited a beat.

"One is really heavy, and the other's a little lighter."

The ensuing silence was deafening and the seconds ticked by like hours. Raven hadn't seemed to react at all. Weirder still, her gaze hadn't left him. He glanced at the others beseechingly, but they looked about as confused as he felt.

"Hm." Was all she offered in response, before turning back to Kori. "Kori, please move my four thirty meeting back to five o'clock, and schedule in a call at four with our associates in AEI Enterprises."

They pulled up in front of a huge skyscraper, Azarath HQ it was colloquially known, and before the limo had fully stopped Logan was out of the car, jogging around to open her door. Raven got out, continuing with Kori about her schedule. Logan went to open the glass door of the building, still reeling from what he could only assume was some sort of test. Did he pass? Fail? There was a lot going unexplained here.

"Logan."

Her voice cut through the chatter buzzing in his head, and he gave her his attention. "Yes, Ms. Roth?"

"It's almost lunch." She said, half turned back towards him as she stood a few feet into the lobby. "Pick up something suitably small for me. Italian. I'll also need tea, chai ginseng with honey. I expect it all by noon."

"Yes, of course, right away." He replied instantly, committing the list to his memory. "Do you require anything else?"

She looked up for a second.

"Tart cake." She answered, glancing back at him. "Yes, a slice of tart cake."

"I'll have it all to you right away."

Raven gave a nod, then continued towards the elevators with Kori and Richard. Logan stepped back from the door out onto the sidewalk, letting it close on its own. Pulling out his phone, he saw the time read 11:07. She was giving him less than an hour to find a place, order the food, and bring it back to her in her office. Another test?

"Seriously, what the fuck."

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*Unhinged laughter* Sure brain, why not? What's another story, pile it on.