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Argent couldn't help scratching at the scar on her cheek as she sat at the computer in her new apartment.
This is the 4th time she's moved this year. From New Zealand to Australia to Greece and now to France.
She's less and less of a hero. You can't fight crime when you're drunk, sleeping around with someone, smoking pot, or all three.
Argent is a hot mess. It was bound to happen.
But at this moment, she made sure she looked okay for the call she was about to make.
She entered the address to the titans chat... only they know about it.
Argent tried to remember her password.
Was rocknroll or blacknred?
She entered blacknred.
Jackpot!
Almost everyone was signed in.
As soon as they saw her on, many titans began hitting her up but one.
Her target.
She pressed on Hot Spot's account.
His face popped onscreen, surprised.
"Argent?"
He looked her over.
"Happy birthday, Spotty. How's the kids?" She said.
He jumped when a bang came at his door.
"Are you conversing with Argent?" Argent heard Star's voice.
Hot Spot lifted a finger before walking to his door.
Argent heard a click and him telling her not to disturb him.
Then he returned to his seat.
"You didn't tell me it would take you 4 months before you would call again and the kids are just fine."
She bit her lip. "Sorry."
Hot Spot stared at her again.
"That was the gash on your cheek?"
She ashamedly nodded.
"I told you I was screwed up."
He nodded. "You look horrible. Why do you do this to yourself?"
"I d-"
"Hero!" Argent's neighbor called, walking right in.
Argent looked at the pretty brunette.
"Thalia, I told you to stop walking in my apartment. I'm not sure how they do it backstage of your strip joint, but I'm on the phone."
Thalia is a college student at a fashion university here in Paris... well that's what her parent's thought.
The curvy broad walked towards Argent.
"I'm not a stripper! Here I'm called a burlesque dancer."
She dropped out of college and took up dancing full-time.
Hot Spot just observed the conversation.
Thalia looked at him.
"Is that a titan?! OMG... Hi!"
Hot Spot merely waved, his face expressionless.
She was in her corset, ready for one of her many shows.
Argent frowned at her. "What do you want?"
Thalia looked down at the very petite Argent in the seat.
"I have a show in an hour. Got any paper?"
Argent waved her off. "Go look where you usually get it."
Thalia snapped her fingers. "The nightstand!"
Then she stopped.
"Can I get a bag?"
Argent sighed. "You'll owe me one."
Thalia nodded and took off towards the hall.
Hot Spot leaned in and raised an eyebrow.
"What are you on?"
Argent rolled her eyes.
"She just wanted paper and a bag."
Thalia walked back, holding a brown bag.
"Bye Arg. Bye cute titan guy."
She walked out.
Argent chuckled nervously.
Hot Spot was looking at her seriously.
"Can I come visit. It's my birthday and I would love to see you."
Argent winked.
"I would love to see ya." Then she frowned. "But it's not that easy."
He put his head on his hand. "Why?"
"If you come, Robin may make put a tracking device on me or worse- you guys would hold me captive."
Hot Spot pouted. "Please? I'll cancel everything. We can go out and eat or whatever without anyone knowing."
She thought it over.
"I'll send you my address... but you have to swear that you won't try anything."
He lifted his right hand and grinned.
"I swear on the sparks between us that I won't betray your trust."
Argent grinned. "Then you better be bloody sure to be here as soon as possible."
He nodded and hung up.
She squealed loudly.
"God! I can't believe I planned that!"
She looked down and blushed.
"What's wrong with me? I just blew my cover and all... I said that physical contact with them will be horrible... I don't think Isaiah will betray me... I better be ready to fight if he does."
She pushed the seat out and walked to her bedroom. It wasn't much of a bedroom.
A dresser, a mattress, one nightstand, and two boxes.
She went straight to the nightstand.
"That blimin bitch took most of my pot! I'll hurt her..."
She shook her head and looked in her dresser.
Argent sat on her couch; A giant robe covering from her neck down.
Only thing visible was her feet and the black lipstick and eyeshadow she wore.
There was a knock at her door, which caused her breathing to become rapid.
She scurried over to the door and opened it.
There stood the Hot Spot, who was instantly began staring down at her.
Argent used her foot to kick the door shut.
Then she stood on her tiptoes, and grabbed him into a kiss.
He wasted no time to respond.
It's like those lighters. After you think it's useless and give it a lazy flick, knowing it won't work. Then the fire comes out bright and strong.
She pulled away and grinned.
"I have really missed you."
He nodded, eyes a little glazed over.
"Same here."
Argent turned towards her apartment.
"This is where I live now."
It was very prim and proper.
A lot of red and black décor, but still not enough items to be in the average home.
Hot Spot was observing her instead of the apartment.
Argent turned towards him and smiled.
"Why are you staring at me?"
He picked her up and spun her.
"This has to be the best 20th birthday in the history of birthdays!"
He put her back down.
Argent clutched her head and stumbled a bit.
"Bugger."
Then she looked at him, using his sides as support.
"Why is this the best birthday?"
He backed her into the wall.
"'Cause I'm with you."
Argent blushed.
"Eh, I'm not important. I should be glad to see you."
He grabbed her hand and they sat on the couch.
"Got and photos of my kids?"
Hot Spot nodded and went in his jeans pocket.
He pulled out a wallet and opened it.
Argent looked at the pictures.
Vicky and Blake hugging by a Christmas tree; Blake in the middle of throwing a tantrum; A twin portrait with them side by side; A sepia photo that looked authentic; photos with their grandparents; Sherri and the kids; a day at the park; and many others.
"Can I get one? They are so photogenic."
Hot Spot handed her the wallet.
"I have copies. Oh,"
He grabbed the wallet and took out his money.
"I'm not funding any addictions."
Argent frowned. "I buy my own liquor."
"And?"
She scowled at him.
"I'm over 18... I should do whatever the hell I want."
Hot Spot shrugged.
"Hey, you should come to their 3rd birthday party... You remember their birthday, right?"
"How could I not? October 23rd ...I don't think I should come."
"Why?"
Argent rolled up a sleeve on her robe.
Their were many thread thin engravings going up her arm, leading to a deep scar on her shoulder.
There was Vicky and Blake's name in the somewhere, among the lace like scars.
Hot Spot sighed.
"Damn... I'll just teach the children a lesson on cutting. Ever got an infection?"
Argent shook her head.
"I poor alcohol on them. It burns like fuck."
Hot Spot sighed. "I don't see why you can't come."
Argent pointed to her eyes, which were a little pinkish.
"I don't need them seeing me like this."
Hot Spot groaned. "We can get you help."
Argent shook her head.
"You know me."
Hot Spot grabbed her and pulled her onto his lap.
"When you were with me, you stopped. Just come back. We can move elsewhere with the kids and you won't hear the mouths of others. I know you don't like all these hangovers, heavy clothing, and worrying. How many people have you slept with since you left?"
Argent mumbled something quietly.
Hot Spot cocked his head. "Louder."
Argent stared at him sadly.
"I don't know... over 20."
Hot Spot sighed.
"Not a surprise."
Argent closed her eyes.
"I remember that discussion. It was after you saw that I was using your dart to cut my thigh."
Hot Spot shook his head. "You've always been screwed up. I am too. We're not perfect, but our flaws depended on each other to stay unspoken. You helped me keep my anger in check, because you were always testing me. Then I switched to remembering your cute accent. Still do it and it never fails me. And I put it to use a lot. Robin's a pain! Back on subject, how did you handle your flaws?"
Argent was staring at him, a bit teary-eyed.
"Well, I had no need for cutting, 'cause you helped me feel less... you know, I felt understood. And I was pregnant, so alcohol was a no-no... actually I would have drank, but you had me heavily guarded... And s- I don't need to elaborate."
He grinned. "Elaborate."
She leaned in and pecked him on his jaw.
He sighed. "You're fucking with my emotions."
Argent frowned. "C'mon, love. It's your birthday. I promise I'm not screwing with your emotions."
"Will you be more involved it the twins lives?"
Argent leaned into him and thought.
"I'll call on a weekly basis... And I'll visit in July, so we can throw a little beach thing."
"Are you just saying this? Don't go back on your word." He pushed.
Argent gave him a quick peck.
"I promise. If I don't call, something must have happened to me."
"Can we visit on your birthday in June?"
Argent shook her head. "My birthday doesn't matter. And I'll most likely not be in my house. Thalia might take me somewhere."
"How did you befriend a stripper?"
Argent shrugged.
"Long story short: She's my neighbor and we just hit it off."
The young woman looked about.
"You sure you wanna stay long? I don't cook and there's nothing in my fridge."
The birthday boy looked concerned.
"How do you eat?"
"After Thalia comes home we share some takeout."
Hot Spot lifted her off his lap and sat her next to him.
"I ate so don't worry. I'm staying the night."
Argent raised an eyebrow. "Won't everyone wonder where you are?"
"They don't tell me what to do. If they ask, I was out." He huffed.
Argent took to staring at him.
He turned to her.
"What?"
She silently grabbed him by the collar and kissed him deeply and feverishly.
After a while of making out on the couch, Argent pulled away.
"I have a new tattoo."
He was gasping for air. "Where and what?"
She smirked. "Get the robe off of me."