I've Never Been That Lucky
I've Never Tasted Fame
I'm Always Looking For Something
But I Hate Changing!

So he had to wait for Arthur if he wanted Arthur to recuperate what he was sure he had. He could wait - would wait, for however long Arthur needed, because he knew he could. He would anything for him, he was sure. But how could he get Arthur to believe that, even after he waited?

Dot said he would feel it inside his chest if he were in love with Arthur, right? He knew he felt something in his chest, especially when he thought about Arthur. There was fluttering and dizziness, and he felt - oh, what was the word he was looking for? - content around Arthur, like he could be next to him for a million years and not be sad. Was that what this love was?

"Hey, big guy! What's the rush?"

Tick paused mid stride to peer over his shoulder. Overkill caught up swiftly, suited in civilian attire. He must have been doing recon.

"I see no rush," Tick informed as they continued to walk, "though my favorite sandwich shop was sure busy on my mid morning patrol!"

Overkill rolled his eyes. "So nothing…. Different today? Nothing I should be worried about?"

"Oh, no," Tick assured as they rounded a corner; not even noticing they were nearing water. "Everything seems quiet today. Though I did get to see Dot."

Overkill's mood seemed to brighten at bit at her name, though immediately tried to play it off.

"Is that right? How's she doing?"

"Quite alright, actually. I had stopped by hoping to get some advice -"

"On what? How to stop people from bleeding?"

"I suppose that would be rather helpful in future missions, yes," Tick mused, "though sadly, no. I needed to ask her about being in love with someone."

"With who? Lady Justice?" Overkill snorted.

"Well, no. A person."

At that, Overkill paused, face contorting into - something as he stared (it was really hard for Tick to get a read at all with no real eyes, honestly).

"You, love something other than justice?" Overkill finally replied, regaining the composure to continue walking. "Not something I thought I'd hear."

"While my love for justice is firm, I'm starting to believe I have a greater love for Arthur."

At that, Overkill snorts. "Figures."

"I don't follow." They stopped in front of an oddly familiar boat.

"Figures you would fall for him," the brunette none too elaborated. He then turned to the boat and proceeded to give it two hard bangs. "C'mon, you know I'm here!"

The doors swung open a moment later.

"I would fall for Arthur, if that's what he needed of me," said Tick as they entered.

"Ah, Tick! So good to see you, at least," Dangerboat greeted with a pointed look to Overkill. The man merely rolled his eyes as he began to take apart his hidden weaponry. "I heard you talking about Arthur. Is everything ok?"

"Big guy here went and fell in love with his sidekick," Overkill informed, unloading a handgun onto the table. Dangerboat's eye widened as he focused back on Tick.

"I see," said Dangerboat, sounding a little off put. "I suppose it's foreseeable - it is Arthur, after all."

"Who else would he be?" Tick asked, concerned. Overkill rolled his eyes.

"In any case," Dangerboat continued, trying to ignore the question, "I hope it works out… well between the two of you."

"Thanks!" Tick replied cheerfully. "Although, Arthur didn't seem to mind the confession too well earlier."

"Oh really?" Dangerboat sounded a little too intrigued - or even elated - at Tick's words.

"That little fan boy? Not flying head over heels over a Super confessing their love to him?" Overkill asked, moving to hang up in a display that slowly emerged from the wall (or Dangerboat, depending on how one looked at it). "You two are just full of surprises today, aren't you?"

"I don't think Arthur flying head over his heels sounds too safe," said Tick, meandering around the table almost aimlessly as Dangerboat shifted around. "And I'm sure I'd explode if I were full of surprises! Oh, but are they good surprises? I think I'd be ok if they were good surprises."

"Ugh, I should've never said hi," Overkill groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose as he moved away from the wall; display quickly dispersing.

"Have you tried showing your affection instead of just stating it?" Dangerboat asked. "Sometimes, people understand showing rather than telling."

"That's a great idea!" Tick seemed ecstatic for a moment, before frowning. "I don't know. Dot said to give him time. Wouldn't showing him be not giving him time?"

"Well, yes, but -"

"I say you just pin him against the wall kiss him," Overkill interrupted with all seriousness, plopping down in a chair. "He can't say no, and he'll get the point."

"Oh, hush, you!" Dangerboat shushed before turning back to Tick. "Don't listen to him."

"Noted!"

"Hey!"

"How you show him doesn't have to be extravagant," Dangerboat interrupted before an argument - or worse - could ensue. "If Dot said he needs time, then perhaps small things would do?"

"Small things," Tick muttered to himself, looking to his feet for a long moment. "You mean like giving him a mouse?" he asked finally.

At this, Dangerboat sighed. Overkill tried not to laugh at the thought of Tick surprising Arthur with a mouse; one that had probably accidently been crushed in the behemoth's hand.

Ah, the girlish screams.

Arthur sat at a small table, lunch before him practically untouched.

So what was the being deal of Tick loved him? The Tick loved almost everybody and everything. So he shouldn't take his words to heart then, right? So why couldn't he stop?

Arthur groaned and packed up his lunch, retreating back to his desk to try to occupy his mind with something other than Tick. Not like that would help any, of course.