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"Dudes and dudettes, I have a couple of more minutes left before my Instagram Live goes off." Changeling said, looking at the camera on his phone.

"Extradimensional Denzien, don't be sad. I will do another live soon." He replied to one of the comments on his screen. "Maybe we can have an Instagram party to pump things up. I'll see if I can get the other Titans to join."

"Ummm, Larry 498, 'Did I get the role in the new drama?' Well, I have to do the network test in two weeks. I'll know after that. Wish me luck, you guys." He watched many people posted hearts and thumb up emojis as well as words of encouragement.

"Thanks, guys, for your support. I positive that I'll get the role. I have supportive fans rooting for me.

"Let's see, Nosyarg Kcid, 'Did I make Retra cry at Adult Night at the Science Museum? Are you abusing her?' What! No! I will never abuse Retra or anyone for that matter. What happened at the Science Museum was a personal and emotional matter for Retra."

He saw trolls posting comments on his live about what an abusive fiancé he was and how someone needed to get help for Retra. His fans quickly started to defend him, and a mini war broke out on his live.

"Guys and ladies, Retra and I have a healthy relationship. There is no abuse going on in our relationship. Just love, understanding, and plenty of affection. Besides, Retra would probably beat me up if I ever did something to hurt her. That question wouldn't have been asked if you guys ever saw our sparing matches at the gym. She wins ever time."

New comments popped up asking to see their sparring matches or asking if Retra could join the Titans if she could beat him.

"I only have a few more moments on here; I will answer one more question." He looked and randomly pick a question. "Magic Reality-Bending Finger. Okay, that's a unique user name. 'If Retra was abusing you, who should we call: the cops or PETA?" He chuckled a little. "To be honest, you should report it to the Justice League. Retra has a right hook that can send Superman to Mars.

"Okay, my amazing fans, that's it for today. I'll catch you guys next time." He blew a kiss at the screen right when the video went off. He had time it perfectly.

He put his phone on the desk and leaned back in his chair. The night at the museum still bother him. It's was rare that Retra would cry. She was as tough as nail and only cry over puppies and cute animals.

Maybe he was wrong this whole time. Retra wasn't cheating on him. Maybe she was being harass at work.

He got out of the chair and started to pace while he thought.

It was unlikely that Retra was being harass at work. Her personality was too strong for that. It was a stronger possibility that she was cheating. All the signs pointed to that conclusion.

Or maybe it started off as an office affair then escalated to sexual harassment once she tried to break it off. That was a possibility as well. His fiancée was very attractive, and he had noticed how other males at her office looked at her.

He stopped pacing and crouched down on the floor, ruffing his hair with his hands. There were so many possibilities and only Retra knew the truth.

He could simply ask her and get all the answers to his questions. But no, he was a coward. He didn't want to know the truth. He was scared of what her answers might be. That why he didn't question her once she came back.

Maybe going away to a place where it was just the two of them was a good idea.

"What do you think?" Victor asked.

"About you or the necklace?" Amy asked in return. "Because the necklace is gorgeous. You, on the other hand, are crazy."

"I was talking about the necklace." He said dryly.

"I figured, but I thought I would add the other information for free."

"Thanks."

Shopping for a present for Willow with Amy wasn't the best idea. She was irritable the last few weeks. This occurred once in a blue moon and was usually related to her secret boyfriend. He normally stayed cleared of her during times like these, but he needed help picking out a present.

He wished that he had taken up Karen, also known as Bumblebee in the superhero world, offered to help him pick out a gift for Willow. She was the one who suggested that he should do something nice and private for her if he felt guilty about what was happening at the office.

Taking her advice, he spent the last couple of days looking for a gift for Willow. Something that she would enjoy and use. However, he started to second guess himself and thought that a second, female opinion would be good.

Knowing Amy's current mood, he had asked Retra, but she was too busy with work. He considered Raven, but he didn't want people knowing that he was buying a gift. Two titans together always drew attention, especially when one titan rarely was seen outside her costume. Thus, his only option was Amy. Karen lived in another city with her husband and children. He didn't want her to come over to Jump City for this.

He signed. Now that he looked at it closely, the necklace wasn't a good gift for her.

"You know that a gift for a girl doesn't always have to be jewelry." Amy said as they walked out of the shop empty handed. "Plus, if people found out you bought her something like that, it will defeat the purpose of the gift."

"I know." He said sadly with his shoulder hunched over. He was back at squared one. Maybe he should just take the guys' advice and leave it alone.

"Don't be so sad." She patted him on the back. "You will find something for her later by yourself." She looked at her watch. "I'm going to go and enjoy the rest of my lunch break. See you back at the office."

He watched his only hope go and groaned.

Why did things have to be so difficult? Why couldn't a gift appear right in front of him for Willow?

God surely heard him because a smile appeared on his face as he looked up and saw the perfect gift for Willow.

"His ice cream never gets old." Rachael licked her ice cream as she and Dick walked down the beach. It was his day off, and she was finished with her afternoon meditation.

"Which flavor did you get this time?" He watched the colorful ice cream touched her tongue. She moaned as it entered her mouth. Heat stirred in him.

"Rainbow Bubble Gum." She answered, taking another swiped at the ice cream. "Do you want some?"

He nodded while leaning close to the ice cream cone, which was still pressed against her lips. He felt her shock as he licked away the ice cream and pressed his lips against hers.

He pulled back, staring at her wide eyes and ice cream covered lips. He was certain that his lips were the same. "I like you," he proclaimed.

A blush covered her face, and she said, "Dick, do you want some or not?"

He snapped out of his daydream and answered, "Sure." He took his spoon and scooped up a piece of the ice cream. It was delicious. He told her so. "I wish would have gotten that one instead." He looked down regrettably at his mint flavor ice cream in a cup.

"Do you want some?" He returned the offer, which she declined. "Why do I feel like you are judging my choice of ice cream flavor?"

"Because I am. You are usually adventurous when it comes to different Earth's food." He knew that she was referring to his reluctancy to try food from Starfire's planet or any other planet that wasn't Earth. "But when it comes to ice cream, you play it safe. You always go for mint, vanilla, or chocolate. It's actually kind of surprising."

"Hmm." He took another spoon full of her ice cream before going back to his. "If I recall correctly, you were the same way too. Worst if we are comparing. You only liked green tea." He cringed. "Who gets green tea ice cream?"

"Apparently me and a couple of other people. They wouldn't have it in the ice cream parlor if only one person liked it."

"No, I'm pretty sure they had that tube of ice cream specifically for you. It was practically full every time we went there."

"Because a lot of people ate it."

"No, I'm sure it was just for you. I saw them take the cover off it once when we entered the door."

"Whatever." She rolled her eyes at his teasing. "Just know that I have opened my eyes to the world of ice cream flavors, unlike someone I know." She moved her ice cream away from his spoon. However, he moved quickly and grabbed a bite. He gave her a triumphant smile and ate the ice cream.

"I might have to change my ways. Tell me, Master of Ice Cream Flavors, how did you become so good at choosing flavors?"

Dick wasn't lying when he said that she was good at choosing and mixing ice cream flavors. During their ice cream runs, she made it a habit of trying new flavors of ice cream. She always offered him some of her ice cream after she noticed him judging her choices. So far, all of her choices had been fantastic.

"It was his fault." She said, causing him to look at her once more. He was curious about who is 'he' was. The 'he' who was responsible for the small smile and twinkling eyes on her face.

"Money was tight," she continued, "because of school and other bills. So, once a week as a treat, we bought ice cream. We had to a share one large cup of ice cream of his choosing, because he always chose and he hated eating the same flavor often. So, each week, he picked a new flavor. Once we tried all the flavors, he started to mix flavors together. Soon, it became a habit that I enjoyed. A habit that I continue even now."

"Do you mind if I join your quest of flavors, Master?" He asked.

She looked at his choice of ice cream, judging it. "I think it's essential that you do."

He laughed while still curious about this mysterious 'he'. He wanted to inquire more about him, but he didn't want her to think about another guy, whom she may have loved, at least, not today.

Rachael hadn't meant to talk about Trent. The tale of how she came to love different ice cream flavors had flown from her mouth, and she was transported into the past. A past where things were simpler and where she was only a normal student, living a normal life.

Fortunate for her, she didn't mention his name, and Dick hadn't asked her questions about who Trent was. He normally was inquisitive and asked questions when she spoke about her past. He never brought it up and never push any conversation related to her past. But she knew that he was curious and that he was trying to dig deeper. That was why she avoid talking about her past with him. She didn't want him to know anything about her past, even the good parts.

"Which cheese should we get?" She held two different packs of cheese for Dick to look at. His eyes were on her, but his mind was elsewhere. He had been like this since they linked up this afternoon. He was distracted by something, something important.

Because she wasn't used to seeing him like this. Even when he had other things on his mind, he had the ability to remain presence and alert. It was a trait that she admired about him. Now, however, he couldn't seem to pull himself from his thoughts. His thoughts were probably the reason why he didn't question her any farther about her past.

"Hey," she said a little bit loud to capture his attention. "Do you want to cancel tonight?" Her voice softened. "You seem a bit distracted?"

She watched as he slowly came back to the present. His eyes traveled the length of her, causing her to shiver. He has been doing that lately: staring at her with a curious gaze. When she tried to read his emotions that went with the gaze, she came up against a brick wall. She was fully aware of the barrier put in place to protect his mind and emotions, courtesy of his never-trusting mentor's training. So, she never read more of him than she was naturally and subconsciously capable of.

His eyes finally find hers, and a smile appeared on his face. "You are not getting out of cooking that easily." Tonight was her turned to prove to him that she was capable of cooking a basic meal. They were currently shopping for ingredients. "I admit that I have something on my mind, but it won't cancel tonight. Besides, I'm looking forward to seeing your new skills."

He grabbed the two packs of cheese from her hands and looked at them. "How about fiesta cheese?"

She shrugged. "You are the Master when it comes to cooking."

"Then fiesta cheese, it is." He placed the chosen pack in the grocery basket while she placed the other one back on the shelf. "Is that it?"

They both scanned the content in the basket. "I think that it is," she said.

"Let's check out." She nodded and they head to the checkout aisle.

"You know, you can talk to me about it if you want to?"

He smiled at her. "I will later."

She nodded, surprised that he said later. He rarely spoke about his deep, inner thoughts.

"The new guy is working out well." She said, changing the subject. "Although, your fans keep asking about you. I think he is a little annoyed with them."

He had stopped working at the bar since he started back at the police department. Since he was well liked at the bar by the patrons, they asked about his whereabout frequently. The ladies more than the guys.

He chuckled as they scanned their items. "Tell the kid that they will warm up to him soon. It can't be helped it that I was well loved."

"Not entirely." She corrected. "John and Doe have been telling him that they like him better and that all you did was flirted with the customers and mixed horrible drink."

He groaned. "Why do they hate me?"

"Well, it's not like you have many good qualities," she joked.

"Only they important ones."

"An inflated ego is not a good quality." She said as he paid for the groceries.

"Aww, now I understand why they hate me." He grinned wider at her risen eyebrow. "Don't worry it a guy thing." He winked at her.

"I don't think whatever you are thinking is the reason." They both grabbed a bag of grocery.

"Sure, it is." He said with confidence. She shook her head at his ego. "But on a more serious note, are you ready for tonight?" He held up his bag.

"How hard can be to make taco?"

...

It was extremely difficult for her.

Rachael stared at the finished result of the tacos. She couldn't understand where she went wrong. She even bought the Taco Kit so it would be an easy process.

Nevertheless, half of the meat she cooked was burnt and the other half was still slightly pink. The cheese that she bought somehow melted while still in the bag. The vegetable which she cut up were weird, and the soft shells had hardened.

"What did I do wrong?" She looked up at Dick, hoping that he could provide an answer, but he was spaced out once again. "Dick," she said firmly.

He blinked, coming out of his trance. "What did I do wrong?" She asked again, looking sadly at the sad tacos. He looked down as well and their eyes connected when they looked back up.

"Hey, Rae, do you want to go out?"

Her eyes fell back down to the food. It was definitely for the better if they didn't eat her cooking. She should have paid more attention to his tutorials.

Signing, she reached for her phone. "How about delivery instead? My treat for ruining dinner. Do you want pizza, Chinese…" She scrolled through her phone. She had the numbers for most of the restaurants that deliver in their area of town in her phone.

"That's not what I meant." She glanced up to see him rubbing the back of his neck.

She raised an eyebrow. "You don't have to be nice. I know that it's not edible." Their eyes drifted down to the food then back up, locking eyes.

"Well, I mean…we should order food. Maybe from the Persian place that you like. But what I meant earlier…" He cleared his throat. "Do you want to go out with me?"

Her mind went blank.

Something exploded.