Disclaimer of doom: I don't own Huntress or the Question, but that would sure be nice. This is a flashback scene cut from my NaNo, "Arkham Ate My Brain." I'll post that someday. And I'll also post all the other flashbacks that have nothing to do with the zombie story and therefore must be cut, just as soon as they're legible. There will be one for the Scarecrow, one for Harley Quinn, and one for Veruca Salt. Don't ask me how that one got in there.
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A Question of Attraction
I always thought he was kind of cute for a guy with no face. Always so twitchy and unkempt. He was the kind of guy who made you want to hug him, very slowly and carefully, making no sudden movements that might startle him away. He was the kind of guy who would have made me want to feed him a nice warm mug of pumpkin juice, except that his whole "no mouth" thing kind of discouraged any plans anyone might have had to feed him.
I will admit that there was some attraction there right from the beginning, but it was more of a "he's cuter than a button, or a baby made of kittens" thing than a "who's my kinky question mark?" I guess I was really more intrigued than attracted. I mean, I grew up in Gotham. Every kid in Gotham thinks about growing up to be a detective. There's just something about a mystery. An enigma. I could stare at his blank face for hours and never have a clue what he was thinking.
But then I got to know him, at least, fairly well, I think. It's funny, this is a man who sees a conspiracy in every corner, but within a few hours of working together, he acted like he trusted me more than he would his own mother. Which isn't saying much. Come to think of it, I've never met his mother.
Well, I can't tell you how much it surprised me when he trusted me enough to tell me that he liked me. I mean, he said it the way a middle school boy would say it, all shy, like he was afraid to get his heart broken. It was so sweet, I just had to drag him off to some place private and show him that I liked him, too.
I know what you're thinking—how do you kiss a guy with no lips? Well, I found a way. Oh, yeah. I found a way, all right.
And, by the way, it's just a mask, you know. He's perfectly human underneath.
Perfectly human.