Notes: Woulda been BBRob, with one-sided BBGrant/Slade. Just didn't get far enough.
Summary: Delivering pizza wasn't his favorite job, and neither was working at a drive in fast food place, but he needed money to pay rent. When a hot guy becomes a regular pizza customer, he finds the job much more enjoyable...until the hottie's rival hunts him down. Unfinished.
Delivery Dude
The radio blasted music as the green young man flicked the turn signal and cruised around a corner. To his right and in the passenger seat sat several boxes of pizzas, kept heated by the seat warmers. He hummed with the music and glanced at the GPS screen on the car, ensuring he was on the right path.
Within minutes of driving, Beast Boy arrived in the wealthier side of Jump City. Large houses with gardens and hedges trimmed into figures lined the road. The GPS indicated the location was further in so he kept his foot on the gas and sang with the songs until the houses turned into mansions with elaborate gates and long driveways.
It wasn't until he had entered the outskirts of the district did he finally find the address and approached. Dude. The mansion in front required him to push a button and ask to be let through the gates.
After lowering the volume and rolling down the window, he reached out an arm and clicked the button. Static crackled as someone spoke. "Who is it?"
"Uh...pizza delivery?" He glanced at the boxes as if to confirm they were still there.
"You may enter."
The gates slowly parted. Shrugging, he drove forwards and followed a winding path through a garden until he arrived in front of stairs. He set the car in park and stepped out. After he grabbed the pizza and walked up the steps, he rang the the doorbell.
Moments passed before an elderly man in a suit opened the door. Beast Boy blinked and adjusted his hold on the food. "Um...it's 69 dollars and 38 cents for six large cheese pizzas."
The elder nodded and pulled out his wallet. While he counted, Beast Boy peered around him to peek into the mansion. A large chandelier hung from the ceiling and it was big enough that he half wondered what it'd be like to climb atop it and swing around like a swing set. Paintings decorated beige walls but a engraved molding split the wall from beige to red. Tiled floors, glossy and apparently waxed looked perfect for sliding around in socks.
All in all, just from what he could see of the hallway, it was a massive place to live in. The dude or dudette who lived here was probably holding a large party. A large crazy party with pizza. Lucky.
He sighed. What was it like to have so much money and not worry about rent? Probably as wonderful as eating as much pure cocoa chocolate as he wanted.
"Here is 70 dollars." The elder broke his daydreaming, handing the money. "Keep the change."
He blinked and they swapped. He double-checked the cash before nodding. Cheapskate. Wouldn't even give him a proper tip.
The door clicked shut. Shrugging, (because what could he do?) he turned around and would've walked down the steps had the door not flung open and someone shouted. "Wait!"
Beast Boy whirled. "Huh?" And his jaw dropped.
A handsome young man with black hair gelled into spikes and shades covering his eyes had an arm outstretched. Beast Boy darted his gaze over the stranger. A deep red suit jacket covered white arms. A white button down shirt was tucked into black pants that stopped above black dress shoes.
"My butler didn't tip you." The dude explained and stuffed a hand into his jacket pocket. "Here's 10 bucks."
Beast Boy stared as the attractive man approached and stuffed the bill into his hand. "Uh… thanks?"
The stranger paused. "You look familiar."
Beast Boy took a moment to study the face. Sharp cheekbones. Firm but confident face. Hidden eyes. Spikey black hair. He tilted his head. "Can't say the same. I don't know any rich people."
The dude snorted. "What's your name?"
He tapped the name-tag. "Garfield but I prefer Beast Boy."
"You sure we've never met?" The man pressed. "Where did you go to High School?"
"Jump High." He answered and stuffed the money into the back of his jeans pocket. "Poor town, I know." He turned. "It was nice meeting you."
The stranger bid him farewell and he jogged down the steps. Curious despite himself, he glanced at the mansion's doors as he opened the driver's side of the car. The man stood in the doorway, watching him, and he offered a wave before hopping inside and driving away.
His day continued with more pizza deliveries until his shift ended and he returned the car to the restaurant's parking lot. Afterwards, he walked to his apartment and wanted to collapse onto his bed (driving was exhausting) but he had to change clothes and prepare for his other job.
So he dragged tired limbs to the shower and cleaned up before dressing in his other job's uniform. Checking the time and grabbing a backpack, he hustled out of the building and rushed to the fast food place.
Luckily, he arrived on time and hustled to the employee's only room to dump his backpack onto the floor and pull out roller skates. Though his balance in the things wasn't stellar, he could still move in them and deliver the food to the cars waiting outside. Once they were fastened to his feet, he started his shift.
"Garfield," one of his co-workers called. "Order 16 is ready."
"Thanks, Stella."
He wheeled to the island separating the kitchen and the front counter and grasped the waiting tray of food. In moments, he moved from behind the counter and skated out of the building and into the night. Though there were lamp posts to provide light, it was still difficult to see. Hoping he wouldn't trip over a stray rock and fall, he wheeled to the designated food stand where a car sat with its blinding headlights on.
With the lights shining in his eyes, it took him a moment to realize it was a limo of all things. What was a rich person doing at a fast food place? It didn't matter much so he shrugged and wheeled to the driver's side.
A tinted window rolled down to reveal a grumpy looking driver in a suit. Despite the clear aggression, he offered a courteous smile. "One medium strawberry milkshake and a medium salad, right?"
The man nodded.
"Your total comes to seven dollars and 73 cents. Cash or credit?"
"Neither." The man grunted and shifted.
Beast Boy blinked when the back door swung open and a blond and muscular man stepped out. He furrowed his brows, ready to ask what was going on, but a rigid face stared him down right before a broad hand grasped his bicep and hauled him into the car. He yelped, dropping the food, and scrambled to get out but the stranger slid inside and shut the door.
"Hey, whoa, wait–" He protested as the car backed up and the creep grabbed his arm. "Wait, what–"
"Stay still." A stone cold monotone made him pause.
"What do you want from me?"
He bit his lip when blue eyes met green and the stranger continued. "You're the bait."
~oOo~
Some ideas for this fic were brainstormed by my friend FamiliarFan over on Archive of Our Own which were–
Robin's an undercover cop or something who first met BB at a high end restaurant. BB works part time there, prolly on call when they are short-staffed, and happened to have been Robin's waiter. He managed to get the job through his high school friend Starfire years ago.
BB was a sweetheart and a goober despite the formal atmosphere and Robin can't help but notice how kind BB is with the other customers as well. (Helpin' old folks or kids cut their food, maybe standing up for an exhausted mother breast feeding her baby, and just bein; good guy BB) Despite how klutzy BB is, Robin finds him adorable.
So Robin's all, "Shoot...I like this guy."
And Robin, curious despite himself, discovers that BB works other places too (as a delivery driver and a waiter/bus boy at a drive in food chain) So, he becomes stubbornly determined to learn more because "he's too perfect. There has to be a flaw!" But other than a few bad days or moments here and there, BB's just a genuinely good guy.
And Robin realized. "Fuq, I really like him."
Slade, meanwhile, is some sort of black market crime boss that Robin has been working to take down. Slade/Grant didn't notice Robin's infatuation with BB at all until BB is Grant's waiter a good few months later at the same restaurant.
At first Grant thinks BB would make for a hot one night stand, but when he figures out that his rival, Robin, has eyes on the cutie, he decides to kidnap da BB as bait for Robin...AND as a bonus toy to play with and wear as arm candy. It'd have the double whammy of ticking off Robin and forcing him to advance their rivalry to the next step, whatever that may be.
Also, the 10 bucks was actually a 100 dollar bill that BB didn't notice was 100 until later.
~oOo~
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