Today was the day; the day Elliot had sweated and even cried a little over. After several weeks of nonstop exercising and a diet that had pushed him to the near breaking point of insanity, Elliot was finally ready to take his weight.

Roy patted his back. "Ready to see if all your hard work paid off buddy?"

Elliot smiled in determination and nodded. He narrowed his eyes at, what he referred to as, the judgement scale. According to what the scale would read, he would either be exercising nonstop for a couple of more weeks, or Roy would finally let him move onto the next level of his training. Elliot hoped the results would be good. He wasn't sure how much more push-ups he could do.

Releasing a breath of air, Elliot placed a foot upon the scale. He repeated this action and placed his other foot upon the scale...

Silence.

"Hmm...," Roy observed the number on the scale.

Elliot looked at him, slightly nervous. "Well? Come on, Stonecold, don't keep me in the dark. How'd I do?"

Roy smiled a small smile. "You did great."

"Really?" Elliot was stunned. Never before had he ever gone on a quest to lose weight and received a 'great'. All the attempts he made in the past had always ended in failure. To have accomplished losing some pounds really made him feel good about himself and proud. It also made him desire a cupcake, but if he told Roy that he would most likely get in trouble. "So, uh, how much do I weigh now?"

"Two hundred and six pounds, which is good, but I still want you to stick to your diet and exercise. Remember, a heathy figure is a attractive figure, and a attractive figure gets all the babes."

"Right, of course. So now that I've lost all this weight do I get to go onto the next level?"

Roy nodded.

"Sweet! Next level! I'm going onto the next level! Woo hoo!" Elliot jumped for joy, and after several minutes of cheering he paused, a puzzled expression coming to his face. "Uh... I'm sorta scared to ask, but what exactly is the next level?"

Roy patted his back, chuckling softly. "You'll find out soon enough. I'll pick you up at ten a.m. tomorrow and then you'll find out."

"Why can't you just tell me now?" he questioned, noticing that Roy was steering him towards the door.

"Because it's kinda fun to torture you. Plus, Jade will be back home any minute and I need my alone time with her," Roy opened the front door and shoved Elliot through. "Don't forget to read that book of pick up lines I gave you. Bye!"

With that said Roy shut the door.

Elliot frowned, but instead of getting upset over Roy's actions he took a deep and calming breath. "In the end it'll all be worth it...," he sighed. "Dammit I want a Twinkie."

TT

A sleek, red Ferrari pulled into the parking lot of Jump City's mall. Inside the expensive vehicle was none other than Roy and Elliot. Upon setting his sights on the mall Elliot raised a brow.

"What are we doing here? We're not going to get exercise equipment again are we?"

"No," Roy responded as he unbuckled his seat belt. "We're here to shop."

Elliot couldn't help but to laugh at Roy's response. Surely he wasn't serious.

"I'm serious," Roy chided, opening the car door and stepping out. "Now get outta the car and let's go."

Elliot blinked in shock and fumbled with the seat belt. He stepped out of the car and looked at Roy. "You can't be serious."

"I'm serious," he repeated dully, making sure his precious vehicle was locked. He began to walk in the direction of the mall. "Now let's go. We don't have all day."

Elliot jogged to catch up with Roy. "What are we shopping for?"

"Clothes."

"Clothes? I'm here to help you get clothes?"

"It's the opposite actually."

"But I don't need new clothes."

"Yes, you do. Dressing up like some preppy school kid every day is never going to score you a girlfriend."

"My mom likes the way I dress!" Elliot retorted.

"First rule of dressing; if your mom likes the way you're dressing than that means you're dressing the wrong way," the doors to the mall opened and the two boys ventured in. "Today's agenda is to get you a new wardrobe. Then it's off to the barber."

"So it's basically a make over?"

"You could call it that, yeah. Now let's go, we have a lot of stores to visit."

TT

Elliot had never been one for shopping, it was one of his least favorite activities. The only type of shopping he did like was when he went shopping for video games, comic books, and movies. But when it came to clothes he became easily frustrated. It bothered him to have to search through numerous racks and hangers for the right size. When it came down to it, he just wasn't a shopping type of guy.

And having Roy around only made it worse.

Roy was hovering over his shoulder, making comments every time he picked up an article of clothing. He felt like he was back on the scale facing judgement. He was feeling nervous now, and when he got nervous he got hungry.

"Hey, are we going to get lunch anytime soon?"

Roy slapped his forehead. "For crying out loud, you haven't even picked out one outfit yet."

"I know, I'm sorry! Tell you what, how about you pick out everything for me."

"If I pick out everything for you you'll never learn how to have a good fashion sense."

"But I don't even know where to start. I don't know what girls want guys to look like."

"Okay, how about this," Roy paused for a minute to contemplate. He then snapped his fingers. "A good example of what girls like guys to look like is Dick Grayson. You see, he has that tall, dark, and handsome thing going on. He wears a lot of black, has a leather jacket, and sunglasses."

"What's so special about that?"

"Every girl loves a guy wearing a leather jacket, and sunglasses are just cool."

Elliot looked unsure. Those things may have worked for Dick, but that wasn't a guarantee it would work for him. "I don't know..."

"Hell, if they work for Dick they'll work for you. C'mon, let's go get you a leather jacket."

Elliot reluctantly followed Roy to a wall that held jackets of all styles and sizes. He gazed upon the wall, his mouth curving into a frown. He knew Roy was the expert, but this was beginning to become ridiculous. Did Roy actually believe in superstition? Surely a leather jacket and sunglasses wouldn't help him acquire a girlfriend.

Roy could sense Elliot's doubt in his logic and crossed his arms. He knew how to convince Elliot. "You know, Kori has told Jade on many occasions how sexy she thinks Dick looks in sunglasses and a leather jacket."

"Really? Kori?"

Roy nodded, knowing that his little white lie would induce Elliot into believing in his logic.

Elliot turned his attention to the wall, examining his options closely. After several minutes of browsing he had a resolution that a black leather jacket would be perfect for him. He plucked one off the wall and held it to his chest. "How's this one look?"

His companion gave a thumbs up.

"Great, so what's next?"

"Shirts and jeans. I suggest you get a shirt with a picture of a rock band on it. It looks cool."

"But I don't like rock music. And my mom hates those kind of shirts, and jeans. I can't wear that! I'll be pushing my luck with the jacket."

"Okay dude, seriously, no girl wants a guy that wears what his mom tells him to. Man up!" Roy grabbed a few shirts and jeans from the table besides him and stuffed them into Elliot's arms. "Now go try these on."

"But--"

Roy crossed his arms and put on a stern countenance. Elliot couldn't help but feel small and he immediately made his way over to the dressing room. Once he was gone Roy took out his cell phone.

"Hello?"

Roy smirked and leaned against the wall. "Hello beautiful!"

Jade's amiable giggle reached Roy's ears and he felt warm inside. Jade was the only girl able to fill him with fervent feelings. Just hearing her voice made him feel relaxed and happy.

"So how's my favorite girl doing?"

"Great! Every one came over, and we're having pizza. Thanks to Dick."

"You're welcome, you moochers!" came Dick's outburst. If Roy had been in the same room as his friends, he would have seen Dick cross his arms and pout. It never ceased to amaze him how the others were always able to convince Dick to pick up the tab of their many get-togethers.

Jade laughed at her now sulking friend. "Hold on, I'm gonna put you on speaker."

Jade switched the phone on speaker, and Roy instantly heard the joined voices of his friends yelling hi.

"Hey, Roy," came Wally's voice. "How much longer are you gonna be at the mall? We're having a movie marathon--"

"And it's lots of fun!" Kori added with a jubilant voice.

"And we have tons of junk food!" Toni announced.

Roy could just picture Toni with a large bowl of popcorn settled into her lap. He could picture Kori hiding behind Dick when the killer of a horror film appeared, and Gar's shrill scream that would follow. Then he pictured Wally who wouldn't be able to sit still, and Karen who would yell at the screen when the character did something stupid.

Roy sighed. "I really wish I could be there with you guys, but I made a promise to Elliot that I'd help him."

"Hey, Roy," Gar began. "How come when I was single you never helped me get a date?"

"Well... You never asked."

"I don't know why you would've gone to him," said Wally. "I'm the expert on girls here."

Alain had a coughing fit at that moment, and in the midst of it he said the word 'liar'. The others caught this and laughed. Wally, however, didn't find it to be as amusing and pouted in his seat.

"Listen guys, I'll catch up with you later. I wanna see how Elliot's doing."

"Alright then," said Jade. "Love you."

"Love you, too," Roy said before shutting his phone. He slipped it into his pocket and turned his gaze towards the dressing room. "Hey, Elliot, you done in there or what?"

"I'm not coming out!" Elliot responded stubbornly. He felt weird dressed the way he was, and because of that he didn't want anyone to see him.

"C'mon, I'm sure you don't look bad. Just come on out."

"No!"

"If you come out I'll buy you an ice cream."

Hearing Roy say that was enough to persuade Elliot into coming out. He stepped out of the dressing room and Roy took a good look at him. The bulk of his stomach had gone down considerably due to the exercising, and the black Rolling Stones t-shirt he wore looked quite nicely on him. The faded blue jeans he wore went well with the studded belt Roy had grabbed, and hanging from the belt was a long chain. What completed the outfit was the black leather jacket. Roy thought the outfit looked well on Elliot, it was much better than what the video game expert normally wore. Still, he felt something was missing...

Roy snapped his fingers. "Hang on a second..."

The father to be moved quickly to a near by stand that held sunglasses. He paused momentarily, scanning his options, and picked up a dark pair of sunglasses that were similar to the style Dick wore. He returned to Elliot's side and placed the shades in his hand.

"Put these on."

Elliot shrugged his shoulders and put the glasses on. Roy gave him a thumbs up.

"Excellent."

Happy that Roy was pleased, Elliot cracked a smile. "Now can we go get ice cream?"

Roy chuckled. "Not yet. We still have one more important stop to make."

Curious as to what he meant, Elliot pushed his desire for a frozen dessert to the side. "Where to?"

TT

"Please, no! Anywhere but here!" Elliot cried out desperately, throwing himself at Roy's feet for mercy. He clutched Roy's legs and looked up at him with beseeching eyes. "Don't make me go in there!"

Roy frowned at Elliot and desperately tried separating his legs from his pupil. People began to stare at the two, and Roy's face heated up with embarrassment. He scowled at Elliot. "Would you cut it out! You're making a scene! Remember what I told you about making a scene?"

"Making a scene is bad for the image. Making a scene may cause a girl to think you're crazy and that will chase her off."

"It's good to see that you've been studying. Now let go or I'll kick your ass!"

Elliot wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but he wasn't stupid. He instantly let go of Roy's legs and rose to his feet. A forlorn expression came to his face and he looked at the place Roy had brought him to.

A barbershop.

Elliot gulped in fear. When Roy said they were going to the barbershop he thought it was for Roy, not himself. The last time he went to a barbershop was when he was twelve. A new employee had been selected to be his barber, and things were going along fine until his barber accidently sniped off a large portion of his hair. The barber then tried to correct his mistake, only to make things worst. Much worst.

Little Elliot wound up with a bald spot.

Ever since then Elliot has held a deep fear of barbers and barbershops. Because of that fear he hasn't gotten his hair cut in years, which is why his ginger locks had grown past his shoulders.

Roy was aware of Elliot's horrible experience, and he truly felt sorry for him, but this needed to be done. "It's for the best," Roy told the miserable teen besides him. "You can't keep your hair long like that forever, girl's will think you're some kind of hippie."

"But what if this dude makes me bald?!"

"He won't, I promise. Phillip is my barber, he's the only person I trust with my hair. If he can make my hair look awesome he can do the same for you. Now quite being such a wimp and get in there."

"Fine...," Elliot reluctantly followed Roy inside the barbershop. "But you better get me two ice creams for this."

"You have my word," Roy glanced around the barbershop upon stepping inside. His eyes landed on the person standing behind the counter looking at his reflection. The man was tall, thin, and dressed in black with short blonde hair. Roy called out to him. "Phillip!"

The man behind the counter known as Phillip beamed at Roy. He immediately clapped his hands and made his way to his best customer. "Roy, it has been too long. What brings you here this afternoon?"

Roy patted Elliot's shoulders. "My friend here is in desperate need for a hair cut. Desperate need."

"You're telling me. His hair is positively ghastly!" Phillip clapped his hands together and smiled. "But not to worry. This is my passion. This is my skill. I can make him beautiful!" Phillip snapped his fingers and ventured over to an empty chair. "Come my boy and I shall introduce you to Shelly."

Elliot raised a brow. "Shelly?"

"That's what he calls his favorite pair of scissors," Roy whispered.

A sorrowful sigh escaped Elliot's lips and his shoulders slumped as he reluctantly followed Phillip.

TT

Elliot couldn't help but to stare at his reflection in the mirror. He brought his hand up to his head and carefully touched his hair, afraid to mess it up. He had to admit, he felt rather foolish for being so difficult earlier. Phillip had done an excellent job. His hair was now much shorter with a clean cut, and slightly longer in the front which served as bangs about two inches long. Due to still being in front of the mirror, Elliot saw Roy step behind him. Roy crossed his arms and smiled, nodding in approval.

"Well? Tell me what you think," Phillip said excitedly. "Do you like?"

"Judging by the big grin on his face I'd say he likes it," Roy answered. "Thanks a lot, Phillip."

Once he managed to pull Elliot away from the mirror, Roy paid Phillip and he and Elliot left the barbershop. Roy paused once they stepped outside and took in Elliot's appearance fully. He had managed to convince Elliot into changing into his new outfit before coming to the barbershop. The new outfit, plus the lost of weight, and the new hair cut had done wonders on Elliot, just like he predicted. Then there were all the things he taught him: the pick up lines, how to approach a girl, etc...

Roy came to a decision, and that decision was that Elliot was ready to play the field.

"So where to now, boss man?" Elliot asked excitedly.

"Well... I'm heading home now, and you're going to stay here to play the field."

"Play the field," Elliot spluttered. "I can't play the field yet! I'm not ready!"

"Yes you are. You got the looks, and I've taught you everything I know. You can do this," Roy insisted. "All you have to do is go out there and get numbers."

He looked unsure, but Elliot nodded his head.

"Okay, remember to act cool and confident," Roy instructed while fixing the collar to Elliot's jacket. "Analyze your surroundings so no unfortunate incidents occur, and mentally take notes about the girl you're courting. We'll meet up later and then we'll take things from there."

Elliot nodded in understanding, and before he left Roy wished him good luck.

TT

About an hour had passed by since Roy departed, and the only thing Elliot managed to do was wander around aimlessly. While he was walking he had passed by numerous girls who were single, and yet he was to fearful to talk to them. Despite his new appearance, his old bashful and nervous self still remained. His old self was hindering him from playing the field. If only if he could get a confidence boost...

"Excuse me, sir!"

Elliot turned his head to the side and spotted a table with a large banner. The banner was white, and in bold black letters it read 'Animal Rights'. Above the table sat a clipboard and a pen. Behind the table sat a girl with shoulder length black hair and hazel eyes. Her and Elliot locked eyes, and it was at that moment he realized that she was the one who called out to him. Upon realizing that, he walked over to her.

"Excuse me, but would you please sign this petition that prevents animal testing in S.T.A.R. labs."

The gears in Elliot's head shifted and he recalled the things Roy taught him. One of the first things he was taught was that a way to get closer to a girl was by similar interest. Roy also told him that sometimes pretending to have similar interest didn't hurt either. Recalling this was enough for Elliot to try and play the field.

"Of course I'll sign," Elliot said immediately, taking the pen from her hand. "I love animals."

"Oh, me too! That's why I started this petition, because I wanted to help innocent animals."

"That's a really incredible thing for you to do," Elliot commented, milking the situation. "It's important to help those who don't have a voice of their own."

The girl smiled and extended her hand. "I'm Jean."

He smiled and took her hand, but instead of shaking her hand he kissed her knuckles. Roy taught him that being charming was a good way to get a girl to like him. "I'm Elliot."

Jean blushed and tucked her hair behind her ear. "So... um... Elliot, thanks so much for signing the petition. I hope you have a nice day."

"Well... it would be nice if you'd give me your number."

"I'm not sure..."

"Hey, don't worry about it. It's cool. I'll uh, see you around."

Under normal circumstances Elliot would have whined and begged a girl for her number, but Roy taught him that such things were a major turn off. So instead of falling back into his old habits he played it cool and took his leave, making sure to grin at Jean before he left. It was an innocent grin in appearance, but it was meant to hook Jean in and tug her into his grasp.

The grin worked.

While he was still in earshot Jean called out to him. "Elliot!"

He turned back to her and raised a brow. "Yeah?"

She blushed and held out a small strip of paper. Elliot made his way back to the table and she handed him the paper.

"It's my number," she said in response to his puzzled face. "Give me a call sometime, 'kay."

He clutched the number in his hand and grinned at her. "I will definitely do that," he said before walking away.

As he walked away Jean's eyes lingered on him, but she quickly turned her attention back to her task of gaining signatures. If her eyes would have stayed on him longer, she would have seen his small leap of joy.

TT

"So after I got Jean's number, everything just sorta fell into place," Elliot explained to Roy. After his escapade at the mall, Elliot had gone straight to Roy's house to give him the details. The two were lounging around in the living room. "I put all the tactics you taught me to good use and I had this major confidence boost!"

"Uh huh," Roy muttered dully, scratching his head with a pencil. Upon returning home he found a note waiting for him by Jade. Her and the others left for the park, and instead of venturing outside to meet them, Roy decided to catch up on some homework. "So tell me more about the other girls you met."

"Oh, well there's this girl named Stacy," he began. "I met her at the music store. Yeah, apparently she's a big fan of the Rolling Stones and liked my shirt."

Roy smirked. He knew a shirt with a band on it was a good idea. "Is she hot?"

"Definitely! She had this whole punk, goth thing going on, but she seems nice. But not as nice as Heather. I met her at the ice cream parlor," his eyes narrowed. "And by the way, you still owe me two ice creams."

"Uh huh. Hey, you mind doing my math homework for me? I need to start my essay for English."

"Huh? Oh, sure," Elliot grabbed Roy's pencil and binder and continued on with his story. "So after her I met Katy at the book store. She loved the sunglasses I was wearing. And the girl I met at Best Buy said I looked very cool in my leather jacket. Her name is Natasha, in case you're wondering. Then this girl named Jane said I looked cute. Cute, Roy, cute! Girls never say that to me."

"That's awesome, dude," Roy said. "Where did you meet her?"

"At the arcade. She was at one of those claw machines and losing, so I went over and helped her. And after I met her I went to play laser tag. That's when I met Paige. She was on my team and we bumped into each other. Oh, and of course there's Charlotte. I went to get pizza--I mean a salad, and our orders got mixed up. And get this, she asked me for my number. That's the first time that ever happened to me."

"Well I say you handled yourself well, Elliot, but you still have one more thing you need to do."

"What's that?"

A smirk came to Roy's face. "You're going to take each of those girls on a date."

TT

Elliot was excited for his upcoming dates, despite the irregular order in which they were to occur. In order to speed things along Elliot, with the help of Roy, arranged it so that he would have more than one date each day.

For his first day, he would be taking Heather, Natasha, and Charlotte out. He would meet Heather at eleven a.m., then Natasha at three p.m., and finally Charlotte at seven p.m.

His second day would be spent with Jane, Jean, and Katy. He would first get together with Jane at eleven a.m., then Jean at three p.m., and finally he would meet Katy at seven p.m.

The third day would be spent with Paige and Stacy. First he would meet Paige at one p.m., then he would get together with Stacy at five p.m.

Despite the arrangements of the dates, Elliot still had a smile on his face. He was finally going on a date that he earned, a date in which the girl wasn't going out with him as a form of payment or trickery by friends. These girls actually liked him and wanted to go out with him. This was his time to shine and enjoy himself, which is exactly what he had planned as he got ready to meet Heather.

TT

A dejected sigh escaped Elliot's lips as he waited by the bus stop. He had just finished up his date with Stacy, and it didn't go well at all. During their date Stacy went on and on about topics of death and the under world. She seemed like a sweet girl when he met her, but her dark personality gave him the creeps.

Even so, Elliot had to admit that he liked his date with Stacy a lot more than his date with Charlotte. She went on and on about commitment and the future. Her rant about marriage and children was enough to drive him out the door. He was looking for a girlfriend, not a wife.

His other dates were also unsuccessful.

After leaving the movie theater, Elliot and Natasha had a conversation about their favorite and non-favorite movies. Natasha admitted to disliking Star Wars, which Elliot took very personally since it was his favorite film.

His date with Heather had been delightful up until the point she accidently spilled coffee on his pants. But worse than that was his date with Jean. The two had met up at the park and Jean had brought her pet Saint Bernard with her. Her dog bit him before he even got the chance to say hi.

On his date with Jane he brought her a small teddy bear as a gift. She loved it, and as soon as she had the toy in her hands she pretended that it was a puppet and made it speak. Her weird behavior drove him to leave the date early.

He felt uncomfortable while on his date with Paige due to her older brothers tagging along. He didn't mind this until Paige left him alone with her brothers. She had left to use the bathroom, and once she was out of sight her brothers flexed their muscles and threatened him. Worried for his own protection, he thought it best to lose Paige's number.

While out with Katy the two got into an argument. Katy, who he dubbed as a 'heath nut' after ditching their date, had refused to let him order a burger. She demanded that her order a salad instead. He refused, and she made a snide comment about his weight in return. He retaliated with a snide comment of his own, and the argument grew from there.

After leaving his date with Stacy, he immediately called Roy to tell him the bad news. Instead of chiding him for another failed date like he predicted, Roy encouraged him to not let his failure bring him down. He made a promise to help him find new dates so that he could try again.

He reluctantly agreed to the new plan and hung up.

Despite Roy telling him not to let his failed dates bother him, Elliot couldn't help but allow them to. He had changed so much and learned so many things in hopes of finally getting a girlfriend, only for everything to blow up in his face. It all seemed like such a waist of time. He was beginning to wonder if any of it was really worth it. He was beginning to wonder if he would ever get a girlfriend.

Before he could dwell on his thoughts any longer, the bus pulled over to the sidewalk. He immediately got inside and took one of the few seats available. He sat besides a girl with curly bronze hair and folded his hands. Out of the corner of his eye he stole a glance of the girl who seemed familiar to him. He could have sworn he saw her at school before, particularly at a sporting event...

He snapped his fingers. "You're Rosabelle Mendez!"

She raised a brow and looked at him oddly. "Excuse me?"

"I'm sorry, it's just that I'm a big fan of yours," upon seeing her confused face he felt the need to explain. "I go to Jump City High School, and every time there's a wrestling match I go."

"Oh, for a second there I thought you were some kind of weirdo," she paused and turned to him. "So you like wrestling?"

"It's my favorite sport. Though I can't do it myself I enjoy watching."

"Yeah, wrestling's a lot of fun... Especially when I get a guy in a choke hold."

"I remember in your last match how you flipped that one guy. It was totally awesome."

"Hey thanks. It's nice having someone show support."

He smiled and extended his hand. "I'm Elliot."

TT

It was a brand new day of school, and the halls of Jump City High School were crowded with students heading off to class. Amongst those students were Roy, Dick, Alain, and Wally. They were just about to take the stairs when Roy spotted Elliot.

"Hey guys, hold on. I need to speak with Elliot," the others stood silent as Roy took off towards the water fountain. He took in the sight of Elliot who was back to wearing trousers and a button up shirt. "Elliot, what the hell are you wearing? Where's your new threads?"

Upon hearing Roy's voice Elliot stepped away from the water fountain. "Oh, hey, Roy. What's up?"

"What's up? What's up with this?!" Roy gestured to Elliot's outfit.

"Oh," Elliot fingered the collar to his shirt. "You see, I think the new clothes I got is great, but I feel more comfortable in this."

"If this is about all those horrible dates I told you we can fix that."

"Actually... that won't be necessary. I already found a girlfriend."

The look on Roy's face was priceless. "Say what?"

"Thanks for everything you've done for me, Roy. I really appreciate it," it was at that moment Rosabelle joined Elliot's side. He wrapped an arm around her waist. "See you later, Roy."

The two walked down the hall together, and while they did that Dick, Wally, and Alain joined Roy's side. They each held shocked expressions.

"Is that...," Wally pointed at the retreating couple, mouth ajar.

"It is," Roy confirmed.

"Well I'll be damned," Dick scratched his head, eyebrow raised. "That's gotta be the weirdest couple ever."

Alain nodded his head in agreement. "Uh huh."

TT

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I'M SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING SOONER. MY ENGLISH TEACHER WAS ON A WAR PATH...

IN CASE ANYONE IS WONDERING, Rosabelle Mendez IS Pantha. I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE FUNNY TO PAIR HER WITH ELLIOT.

NEXT CHAPTER: A NEW GANG IS IN TOWN, AND THEY'RE OUT FOR BLOOD. WHAT DOES THIS MEAN FOR XAVIER AND HIS GANG?

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