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Atlanta stood on a rooftop overlooking one of the more rundown sections of Drift City, watching a building across the street. Usually she'd be robbing a jewelry store or looting the mayor's mansion around that time, but she had received some interesting information.

Alistor had been seen hanging around here. Now if it was a one-time thing she would think it was a part of his patrol. But he's been showing up three times a week. That made her curious.

Her information said that he would go into that building once night fell. And it was nine o'clock. Well past the time he would have gotten there. Which meant he was still inside.

Atlanta waited a few minutes before jumping to the ground in front of the door.

She recognized the place as an old fashion bakery. The baker was a weird old guy that didn't believe in modern technology. Nobody knew what powered the lights during open hours, but she'd heard rumors that the entire shop was run by an old wood furnace.

Despite the owner's oddness, he had some of the best cakes in town.

Now she was really curious. Why would a Titan be hanging around a shop like that? She opened the door slowly, careful not to trip any alarms there might be. All the lights were off except for the kitchen which was emanating a warm glow.

She crept towards the kitchen stealthily and peered into the well lit room. What she saw stopped her in her tracks.

His hat and cape were hanging on a stand in the corner and his staff was leaned up against the wall. Alistor himself was wearing an apron with his sleeves rolled up, revealing his pale blue skin. He had a tube of frosting in his hand, some of which had ended up on his face, and was applying it to…

She couldn't stop herself from giggling. He was baking a cake!

Alistor heard her giggle and instantly froze. "I know that laugh." He groaned. "Please tell me that isn't who I think it is."

Atlanta kept on giggling as she stepped into the kitchen and breathed in the scent of the freshly baked cake. "Depends." She said. "If you're thinking it's a breathtakingly beautiful thief then you're right."

Alistor turned around, the tube of frosting still in his hand, with a very bright blush on his face. "Very funny, Atlanta." He started taking slow steps toward his staff. "And what might you be doing here?"

Atlanta leaned against the wall. "I could ask you the same thing. And relax. If I wanted to hurt you, you would have had an arrow in the back of your head by now."

Alistor looked at her suspiciously. But seeing that she was telling the truth, he went back to decorating the cake. "To answer your question, I think it's painfully obvious what I'm doing."

Atlanta walked towards him with a roll of her eyes. "I can see that much. But why?"

She reached out to run her finger through the frosting, but stopped as Alistor pointed the tube of frosting at her threateningly. "Think twice."

Atlanta smirked but receded her arm. "Or what, you'll decorate me?"

"Don't tempt me. I can make a mean flower." Alistor said back. Then he blinked at what he just said and shook his head. He went back to decorating the cake, even adding a flower. Then he said, "If you must know, the owner offered to teach me how to cook." He gestured to the room. "Everything here is steam-powered. So my powers won't mess anything up." He was practically beaming with excitement.

Atlanta couldn't help but giggle again. He almost seemed like a little kid. "Well isn't that sweet." Then she leaned forward and licked some of the frosting off of his cheek. She made an appreciative sound. "And so are you." She said with a mischievous smirk.

Alistor's cheeks were bright red again and his jaw was practically on the floor. He tried saying something, but nothing came out. With a sultry smile, Atlanta put his jaw back in place with one of her fingers. Satisfied with her results, she turned and waved. "I'll see you around." Then she disappeared into the darkness of the store.

Alistor stared at the door until a thought struck him. "Why did you come here in the first place?"


Well this one was fun to write. :)

Also, I need to give partial credit for this chapter to The Odd One95. She gave me the idea for this with her chapter about ice cream in her 'Work of Drabbles'. So high five!

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