They meet on a rooftop. Masks are worn. Both chasing the same guy, a fiendishly tricky bank robber, they tacitly combine forces, and explosive combination which brings their particular target to his knees. As he catches his breath, he suddenly notices how attractive his companion is. Even with her mask on, her eyes dance enticingly and her face is undoubtedly very pretty. He hasn't seen her around before and in spite of the fact that they are anonymous supers on the roof of a seven floor bank, he has the sudden urge to ask her out. He wants to know who she is really, something he'll probably never know. The sirens are their cue to leave, ever the gentleman, he lets her go first. She skips lightly away from him, as she springs to the next building, he hears a jaunty 'Bye Roboman, I'm – '
Behind him the robber sighs. 'She's a stunner isn't she… do you think I'm in with a chance?'
As he leaves, he knocks Wickham just hard enough for him to hit his head on the useful metal pole he is handcuffed to. With any luck, he won't be re-appearing into society any time soon.
They meet again that weekend. Her dancing eyes widen as she waits to take their order. She hates her summer job but today it has its advantages. His jaw is firm, the face handsome and somehow familiar. A glance takes in how wide his shoulders are and her mind flits back to Roboman and their rooftop encounter. She'd read about him and heard he was handsome even with the mask, but if what she suspected was true, he was handsome in reality too.
He ordered his drink and then looked up at the waitress in obedience to Fitz's signals. Red hair, small frame, slim flexible looking limbs. And a pair of eyes so fine they put the poetic part of his mind to thinking of sapphires. The memory of her was etched onto his brain and probably Fitz's as well, though he didn't know all of the circumstances of their encounter. It was her. And he didn't think she knew him.
She swallowed uncomfortably, both guys were now staring at her and she wondered if he'd recognised her. His famously unemotional face – reputedly the reason he'd gained his name - said nothing and with a start, she realised she hadn't written his order down. The awkwardness of her failure as a waitress broke any spell they'd been under and she fled, gracefully he noticed, seeming to bounce between the tables. The name on her badge sticks in his mind and he says it softly to himself 'Lizzie.'
Another rooftop encounter some months later. He bites back the comments he always wants to make – 'do you come here often' and 'we really must stop meeting like this.'
While he thinks that Lizzie the waitress would hide a smile and sway away from him, he would expect a slightly more violent reaction from his bouncy superheroine enchantress. Any flirtatious comments from criminals and supers alike are met with a glare from those eyes and so he hasn't even tried before now. He know the grapevine had been buzzing about Roboman's new lady and everyone's all the more curious because her name is unknown. As a human, she is Lizzie, but as a hero, she appears to be nameless.
The chase had been hard work and he can sense that her springing strides have less power in them than a few hours ago. She turns to leave and something in him snaps. He takes off the mask and calls her name, 'Lizzie.'
She turns, stares, and is somehow in his arms. They stand together on their rooftop, silhouetted against the glow of the approaching dawn.