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And a Fruit Cup Please
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Well, well. What have we here? A little bird all alone and outside of the nest.
She's got a hood up. She's undercover. Or more accurately, attempting to blend in. You can hide your purple hair under a do-rag for all he cares, but when you've got purple eyes, sorry, you should invest in colored contacts or sunglasses if you're trying to go incognito.
Even then, X can probably still sniff you out. He's got a knack for that sort of thing.
She looks up as he walks to her table. Can she recognize him? Likely not. There are hundreds of boys in Jump City that could be Red X as easily as he.
Ok, that's not true.
But it would still take some serious skill to even guess that it's him.
Please. Even Robin still thinks he's dead.
"Hey there, cutie. Is this seat taken?" Not every day you get a date with a Titan.
She glares at him.
Let's just pretend this is totally normal, shall we? "Have you ordered yet?"
"No." Come on, play along, sunshine.
"Great," he opts for self confidence instead of ego deflation.
She's gonna need to try a little to burst his bubble.
A waitress walks over ready to take their order. He knows the dark Titan's trademark drink. He sees Raven's eyes flit ever so briefly to a table when asked if they want anything else. Following the trail quickly, he goes off of assumption of body language.
He looks back at the waitress. "Can you add a cup of fresh fruit to that too?"
"Yep."
"Great, that's it, thanks," he says and lounges back in his chair.
"Right. I'll be back soon," the waitress says and walks away.
They say a magician never reveals his secrets, but her eyes were so curious that he had to indulge. "Saw you lookin over at yonder table."
She sighs. In a wistful sort of way.
He wants so badly to laugh, but she looks like she's already barely restraining from blasting him clear to Gotham.
How far can he push?
"Nice day to get outta that tower, huh?"
If he could take a picture right now, it would probably sell for more money than he's ever stolen in his lifetime.
It disappears far too quickly though.
And then she decides to turn the tables.
"Don't you have some high security facility to rob or something?"
Keep it cool! She's bluffing. She doesn't know. She can't.
"That wouldn't be a bad idea actually. Student loans are a killer, you know," he grins.
He adopts his best innocent face.
She almost buys it.
"You must be a boss at Texas Hold 'Em," she says with a small smile.
What a cute smile.
But DIRT.
"Obviously not if it was that easy," he is highly regretting ever walking in this cafe.
"Actually, you really had me fooled for a second there. And if it is any consolation, I doubt the rest of my team would ever be able to tell. I'm an empath. I can just sense things. Your cocky attitude and your emotions have X written all over them."
Oh really? And what does that look like? "Hmm. What sort of emotions?"
"The annoying kind," she monotones. She's trying to hide.
Can't hide anything from a master thief.
He just smiles even bigger.
They are sadly interrupted by the waitress. Well, Raven looks like her knight in shining armor has just arrived.
Sunshine, I'm right here.
Raven takes a sip of her tea. She closes her eyes. She looks like she's trying to wish him away or something.
Such an intriguing girl.
As if sensing his stare, she opens her eyes to glare at him again. Instead, her eyes widen slightly.
Oops. Does he look too intense?
Her eyes narrow again though.
He may not have cool mind reading skills, but he can tell that he's already cracking through her icy exterior. At least maybe a tiny crack.
Maybe it's just her very small, almost invisible smile that gives it away.