Back from yet another camp and my summer is now officially over, so I will be able to update more frequently. Just be patient with me!
"Morning," a familiar voice said, floating through the all but deserted café. Skylar looked up from the cup of coffee she was filling, and waved to the police officer who had come in.
"I feel like I should deserve more than a wave," he said, appearing behind her and grabbing her hips.
"Debatable," she said, moving out of his grip.
"Ouch."
"That girl is a feisty one, I told you to watch out," called Joe from the kitchen to John.
"Coffee?"
"To go," he said. "And Joe, I like the challenge." The man picked up the cup of coffee set in front of him. "Two sugars?"
"One," smirked Skylar, resting her hands on the countertop.
"Ooooo," called Joe.
"Shut it, Joe!" John yelled back. "Well, I gotta go inspect Gotham's Insane Asylum, oh joy to me," he said, kissing Skylar on the cheek, then placing the money and her tip in front of her. And then, on top of the tip, he set a little piece of paper down with it.
Skylar looked down at the scrap of paper John had dropped in, and then glanced up at the retreating figure, who winked at her. Her head dropped back down to the note as she slipped the tip into her pocket.
First of all, your welcome. I know I tip well, especially for my favorite waitress (which is Tammy, but you're a close second).
The blonde woman rolled her eyes, tucking a piece of stray hair which had fallen out of her bun behind her ear, Tammy was as old as time itself, let John have a crush on her. He would just be paying for it later.
Second, I have a surprise for you. I'll meet you at your house at 9:09, sharp. Be ready.
-J
Sky reread the note, twice, smirking at the time each read. Well, you could bet she would be damn ready... at 9:10.
9:10
"Really Sky? Really?" asked John, walking across the roof top of her apartment building to meet the blonde figure, bundled up in black.
"Really."
"Well you might not get your surprise!" he chuckled, kissing her cheek, then breathing on it, leaving the smell of cinnamon and making Skylar shake involuntarily. Hiding it, she smirked at him.
"You spelled 'your' wrong on the note," she said, rolling her green eyes.
"Well I didn't exactly have to go to Dartmoth to become an officer. Do you want to see it?"
"See what?" asked the small woman, playing dumb.
"Honestly, I'd think you would be more excited about this," he said, bringing a cloaked clothes hanger out from behind him.
"I swear to God if you got me a kinky outfit…"
"Settle down, as much as I'd like to…" he said, making a show of looking her up and down, "I didn't."
"Well then, what is it John?" Skylar said, rolling his name off of her tongue. It was cold out here, and she just wanted to get back inside.
"There's the excitement I've been looking for!" he almost shouted. He whipped off the cloth around the hanger to reveal a dark green body suit.
"I think this classifies as kinky," said Skylar, rolling her eyes.
"No, no, no! This is exactly the same style as Silena's costume." At this comment Skylar's eyes widened. "Yes. This is yours Sky. Or should I call you the Chameleon? It changes depending on the background—Bruce's technology—the default is this dark green," said the dark haired officer, swinging the body suit back and forth, revealing how the dark green was slightly shinny. Skylar snatched it from his hands, fingering the material.
"Is this a joke?" she asked. She had been nagging John for weeks about becoming one of them.
"Nope," he said, popping the p. "Here," he said, tossing her an equally green mask that had scales layered around the edges and a pair of boots.
"Seriously?" asked Skylar again.
"Seriously." That was all Skylar needed to hear, she started pulling off her clothes to put on the green suit.
"Gosh Sky, I know you're—y-o-u-r-e—grateful but there is no need to thank me right now, and outside of all places." Skylar looked up at John, glaring.
"Glad you can spell," she said, pulling on the suit over her bare legs. "Now get your—y-o-u-r—head out of the gutter and put on your suit. It's in the closet in my bedroom," she said. John would usually stop by at her house to change before he went out on patrol; it was easier than walking all the way to the warehouse and less suspicious.
"I know where it is. I'm glad you picked it up off the floor," he said, moving his eyebrows up suggestively.
"Aren't you a little old to be a horny teenager?"
"Maybe," he said, turning to walk back inside. Skylar just rolled her eyes and started pulling her hair into a French braid. John emerged from the building moments later, and holding out his hand to his girlfriend, ran off the building and glided them smoothly to the motorcycle waiting on the ground below, a couple blocks away.
