The Comic Bookstore Incident [CLOSED]

[Elenaphant]

Starfire may be an alien, but matters of fashion were becoming quite familiar to her. This was because she had been struck by the notion of gender-norms surrounding clothing, and in an effort to fit in had thrown herself into the world of magazines and female pop culture. It was just an amusing hobby, as the Tamaranean Princess could never really hold clothes to a high, material standard. She needn't get into her personal opinions on their hypocritical modesty policing, but for all it was Starfire was probably the most knowledgeable member of the team regarding feminine products, as well as being the least judgemental. Thus, there was minimal giggling--aside from her usual, infectious sort--as she helped zip up a corset on her leader. 

"While you possess certain features that can help you pass for a woman, there is no denying you are male--with your broad shoulders and narrow hips," she informed, pleasantly and factually as she regarded the new shape now. People came in all bodyshapes and sizes, and there were certainly women out there who possessed the inverted triangle look that was usually reserved for a male. The challenge of passing as a beautiful woman for Robin was that his physique was well-defined. It was true, women could be just as muscular--Kory herself was very proud of her toned body and defined biceps, but the more...chiseled his muscular physique was, the more he took on a male shape, and less of a civillian female he'd look. Fortunately! The corset helped give him a waist, and would smooth the appearance of the abdomen. He did not have a bulky frame at least (actually, he had been accused of being 'scrawny'), and his shoulders weren't the broadest among males. She was confident she could help him achieve a feminine look, once he got into his new clothes!

Which she had to turn around for while he put on. When she turned back around, she was thrilled to see how well it worked. His choice of dress, with the padded bra, and the appropriate-style for his 'feminized' body really did make him look like a girl, and that wig! She could hardly recognize him as Robin. Most wonderous of all was the lack of a mask. For the first time, she saw his eyes and brows--both dark, and his whole face came together. She couldn't know, of course, that his eyes were actually blue, so to her it felt like he was being revealing for the first time, and it was sweet. 

It was not the way she had pictured them bonding with the mask off, but it was enough to make her happy. She took his hand and led him to her vanity. "Do not worry, Robin, I am quite good at this." She was confident in her ability to make his face appear softer, and it was certainly easy to apply simple, rather than the more glamorous, dramatic shades she had tried on herself. She applied powdered foundation with a brush--picked out for his skin colour, not hers--and she had already decided pink lip gloss would go perfectly. "Compared to most men... you have a slightly androgynous face..." she mused, not at all demeaning about it. Unintentionally, her eyes kept darting to his, because she was looking straight into them. "This works to your advantage. I am sure you will woo your target into telling everything, I just hope you do not come to be wooed yourself..." her eyebrows drew together.

Control Freak was not a suitable match at all. 

[Silv]

This was ten times worse then the time Batman had forced him to dress up like a girl. That time there had been no corsets. Though, he had to admit, the lack of eyebrow bleaching was definitely a plus. But that was in the past. Right now, he couldn't breathe.

"Star," he complained, scowling down at the clothing item. "How do girls wear these things?" Not that most of them did. Or at least…he was pretty sure they didn't. Now that his body had been pulled in all the wrong directions she wanted him to put on the dress. He scowled at the feminine clothing but gave a curt nod as she turned around and waited for him to put it on.

When he had first been told he was supposed to dress like a girl, the first items of clothing he had picked out had been ten levels of atrocious. Dick Grayson had absolutely no sense of fashion. This extended to Robin. Traffic light ensemble included. It had literally taken Starfire hiding all the polka dots and checks to keep him from mixing them. Mostly because he hadn't listened to her the first dozen times she'd pointed it out in her fashion magazines that they didn't mix.

The dress they had settled on was simple and purple. The cut was flattering for a woman who lacked curves, and helped accentuate the ones he didn't have. Pairing that with the stupid corset, the padded bra, and the demon wig from the ninth level of hell, Robin decided he kind of looked like a girl in the mirror.

It was depressing the transformation was that easy.

And so, to make the transformation complete, Robin had to let Starfire paint his face. He hesitated, trying to maintain the last shred of his masculinity, but Starfire's attempt to allay his fears made him realize how silly it was. So, the makeover continued.

The way she kept gazing into his eyes every so often probably would have been incredibly sexy if he weren't currently cross dressing. Or maybe he was simply not getting enough oxygen to his brain. Either way, he blamed the corset.

She was glossing his lips when told him that he needed to be careful not to become infatuated with Control Freak. He tried not to move his face, since he didn't want to smear the work she had done, but the idea of actually falling for Control Freak was incredibly revolting. There was a reason, after all, that none of the girls had volunteered to do this.

Man, there were some days it just sucked to be leader.

As soon as the lipgloss was taken away, Robin could speak. "Pretty sure you don't have to worry about that, Starfire," he said reassuringly. The voice didn't match the way he looked in the mirror. He cleared his threat and tried to speak like a girl instead. "I hope all that flirting information in your magazines was right," he said, sounding like a young woman sucking helium before dropping to a more normal level. His voice cracked at the end. He obviously needed more practice. "Otherwise this mission is going to be ten times worse then it already is."

He glanced over himself in the mirror, making an immature face that quickly turned into a scowl, before he fluffed the wig curls that settled around his shoulders to hide their broadness. "Do you think I look convincing?" he asked, in his usual voice, which totally ruined the effect.

[Elenaphant]

Starfire hadn't volunteered herself on the basis she wasn't very good at pretending--to act like she liked Control Freak would be a lot of pretending. He was not physically attractive to her, but more importantly his obsessions with trivial entertainment at the cost of the safety of the innocent was the biggest 'turn off' as the slang went. That, and as an obvious Titan he would not share information with her without suspicion of her motives; that was the case she pleaded when turning it down. 

"It is just as foreign to me. In my culture we do not hide under a veil of subtle seduction." Not that she had been completely forward about her feelings, as there had to be some respect for a planet's courtly rituals. There were some merit to keeping feelings to oneself, in consideration of the other person. "We only use deception on the enemy, not each other, but Control Freak is the enemy. So, I shall hope that the advice aids you in your farce." 

When he considered his appearance, she shifted so that she was behind him, placing her hands on his shoulders and leaning in so their faces were side by side in the reflection. Two, lovely girls looking back. She smiled at him. "Very convincing. I would not recognize you." Wasn't that the truth? Even unmasked she didn't know the real him, despite having met Dick the Student at school. "I would think you a very lovely girl instead~" As typical feminine girls do she squeezed his shoulders and pressed her cheek closer to his in joy, then let him go. 

"You cannot forget the shoes!" She floated over to a pair she picked out for him. To go with his purple dress, black shoes with a bit of a heel. It would emphasize his desirable posterior. Floating back, she knelt before him and traded sneakers for lovely shoes, playing Princess Charming to his Cinderello. They were a fit! 

Last, but not least, was the purse. "This is a necessary accessory, it is the storage space for women. With it, your image of a civilian female is complete." The power of the female magazine was formidable, in its ability to change a boy into a convincing girl. For an experiment, it had been quite fun. Now all that was left was to take him near the place he was to do the pretending. "I suggest speaking softly, it may help you keep the high pitch, and make you seem less intimidating." Lovely girls were intimidating with their superior attractiveness for whatever reason, and Robin as a woman was still far more attractive than Control Freak. 

"Are you ready?"

[Silv]

She was behind him. He was staring at their reflection in the mirror. It was kind of creepy how it was a pair of cute girls looking back at him. Especially since he knew one of them was him. Robin stared blankly at his own reflection, as though startled, but he seemed to come back to reality when she squeezed his shoulders and rested her cheek against his. A flush instantly crept across Robin's cheek at her nearness. He wasn't sure if he was smelling her shampoo or the random flowery crap they'd covered him in, but it was a nice smell. He associated it with Starfire.

Then, just as suddenly as her warmth had been there it was gone. He watched as she floated off to get a pair of shoes he would probably want to destroy once his escapade was over. Mostly because they were high heeled shoes. His blush deepened when she knelt down in front of him and traded out his sneakers for the pair of fancy girl's shoes.

He took a couple of experimental steps not sure he was liking the way they accentuated the muscles of his legs and butt. What was worse, however, was that they way he had to walk in these stupid contraptions made him seem fragile and swaying. It was the opposite of Robin. Which was the point. It didn't, however, really make him feel any better about Starfire seeing him like this. But at least none of the guys knew about this.

She was shoving a purse into his arms and Robin was scowling at it like it had just insulted him. He was used to putting everything on a belt and the fact that he'd only have a few well picked out tools stitched into the sides of the stupid bag made everything worse.

Not that he could probably fight in high heels. How did Babs do it?

The last minute advice to speak softly was a good one. He would probably have to completely drop his Robin persona once Starfire was gone. It would make this easier. Of course, he'd also have to fight instinct not to want to simply punch Control Freak in the face. "Thanks, Star," he said, testing out speaking softer in a higher pitch. "Let's go."

While Starfire had no qualms with flying around the city in a skirt, Robin wasn't so sure about it. Normally he enjoyed flying with Starfire more then anything else in the entire world. Today, he wished he could have taken his motorcycle. But, that probably would have ruined the illusion.

Starfire dropped him off maybe a block from the comic book store. The young man dressed as a young woman scowled as she combed her fingers through the dark curls around her face. The wind had knocked them everywhere giving her a more windswept look then would normally be seen on a day like today. Once the curls were in a better position he pulled the video and audio recording "hipster" (for lack of a better term) glasses out of the bag and switched them on before pushing them on his face. If he already didn't look like Robin, now he looked even less like his former self.

He gave Star a wan smile and turned to head down the street towards the comic book shop. The Titan's leader hesitated in front of it, grumbling a "Titan's GO!" to give himself courage before the door opened with a dinging noise.

As he stepped through the doorway the first thing he noticed was that everyone was staring at him. It was like they'd never seen a girl in a comic book store before! He ducked his head and glanced behind him, but there was nobody there. Guess they were staring at him. Creepy. Robin adjusted his glasses on his face, which was currently turning an awkward shade of pink, as he ducked behind the shelves. He felt incredibly subconscious. It was probably helping his act a lot…though, there was the question of where the act ended and began.

The boy dressed like a girl peeked over the bookshelf she was currently perusing. Now all he had to do was find Control Freak and…woo him.

Gross.

[Bry]

--Control Freak--

Like a child in a toy store-- Or rather, like himself in a toy store-- Control Freak grinned wide and opened his arms, as if to embrace the very establishment. Comic books topped all. TV shows and cosplay, video games and computer programs, they all had their place in the world. But there was only one place for a comic book.

In Control Freak's hands.

After a twirl and a cartoon cut scene where he and comic books ran towards each other through a field of overgrown daisies at sunset, Control Freak came back to reality and then marched into the store. It was his kingdom and most of the consistent shoppers knew it. 

Falling just short of addressing his subjects with a 'How fare thee all, good folk?', Control Freak nodded at them and continued his march towards the X-Men corner. Some of the powers these Marvel people came up with, he couldn't even! But they made for good and exciting reads and of course were perfect for researching new ways to beat his arch nemesises, the Teen Titans!

But one of his subjects caught his eye.

A scrawny kid he didn't particularly care for flailed about in an ironically subtle manner, and Control Freak halted his steps to stare at the kid with a side of his unibrow raised high.

"Can I help you?" he demanded and the kid shrank down into his turtle neck outta reflex. He did however manage to point towards one of the far shelves and Control Freak turned his gaze in the proper direction, letting the Turtle Kid off the hook.

Ah, and for good reason.

Control could've sang out loud (And he very much considered doing so, like the bards of olde....) at the sight of the pretty little gal by the Fantastic Four shelf. She was cute, a little short, but Control Freak could easily get over that in light of her pure black curls and hipster glasses. Her eyes seemed huge, blinking innocently, and her lips shone just the perfect amount. She was an angel, a perfect princess, and she was in his store.

With a sickening lick of his dirty hand, Control ran his fingers through his hair, aiming to smooth it down like a debonair prince, and only managing to get grease under his fingernails. He straightened his trench coat, then, and marched his way over to the girl.

He arrived and leaned an elbow in a casual way against the bookshelf, either ignoring or not noticing at all the way it threatened to throw itself to the floor under his weight, and then he appraised the girl.

"Can I help you find something, perhaps? I do know every inch of this store and its titles by heart." A waggle of his eyebrow, a grin and a misplaced up nod, and Control Freak's first level of flirting was complete.

[Elenaphant]

Cyborg wasn't as big a comic book fan as say a certain green boy, but he couldn't deny he felt a certain connection to the genre. It was often just so over the top, and if he wanted that kind of action he'd just go play a video game. To be fair, over the top was charming in its own way (and who was Cyborg to say?) so he kept coming back as an occasional consumer. He stepped on through the doors into the little den, full of shelves (watch out) and bins of issues, graphic novels, a manga section, and some other memorabilia like action figures, mugs and t-shirts. It wasn't a bad place to be for the geek at heart, even if the company could learn to wash their hair a little better (unless it was the shampoo's fault, because sometimes even really clean people end up with greasy clumps even after showering 3 times just to get rid of it but Cyborg wouldn't know that being BALD). 

As swaggity-swag as he could be, the half-metal man wasn't about to judge so he simply grinned and went along his business, but even as socially awkward nerds went, there was something about their frozen statures and fogged up glasses that was... kinda creepy. Really creepy. He couldn't look at the Walking Dead #116  in peace. He turned his head to seek out what had everyone staring, and there it was...

No, correction, there she was. 

His jaw went a little slack as he stared at her, eyes roving. Short, ridiculously cute, and the back view! The greater man inside him whispered not to stare, but that was the finest ass he had ever seen in his life and in those heels, and that dress, he forgot how to breathe. From which corner of paradise did she fall and get lost in this place? Or, and stereotypes were bad, but those glasses suggested that maybe... just maybe... she liked comic books too.

He shook his head to snap out of it, and would have maybe forced his eyes off the obviously nervous girl, were it not for him. Control Freak was heading her way. 

Oh, heck no. This was awkward enough as is with an entire store staring, but Control Freak was just too much. If his heart wasn't already flying after her at first sight, it would have gone out to her the moment CF opened his mouth. Gah! 

He was a Titan; a real superhero among the many pages depicting them, Control Freak a real villain, and in his eyes he saw a real damsel in distress. He put down the Walking Dead and squared his shoulders. It was time to do some rescuing. 

"Excuse me, but I think the lady just wants to browse in peace," he said, moving in and standing at his imposing height, trying to look as impressive and manly as he could as he fixed the other male with a hard stare and crossed his arms.

Then he considered he might be intimidating her and tried dropping the pose, letting his arms hang and throwing a 'dashing' smile her way, which actually resembled more like a lovestruck boy trying too hard--which could be argued was absolutely true. She made his gut twist in a wonderful way and he was already trying to think of how to ignore his own advice and beg her ask her out on a date. 

He stepped in front of Control Freak, blocking him from view. "But... if you do need help... you know who to call." 

[Silv]

Robin now understood why most girls didn't go into comic book stores. In fact, he had decided, when all this was over he would never stare at a girl ever again…if he could help it. The good news, however, was that he didn't have to wait particularly long. Control Freak's arrival was met with a sidelong glance from Robin before he went right back to the comics in front of him and stared at them as though they would give him some sort of hint as to how to attract the villain's attention. Maybe he could trip? Or drop a couple of books?

Or…he could stand there and dumbly stare at comic titles and let Control Freak come to him. That worked too.

Robin froze when the villain came over, wondering if maybe the sham was up already. But, nope, the fat man seemed as oblivious as ever as he leaned into the bookshelf in what Robin assumed was supposed to be a suave manner. The Boy Wonder turned girl tilted her head to look at him uncertainly, as though shy, when Control Freak asked if he could help him find something.

"Um," the Titan's leader said softly, totally lost for words because he hadn't expected this to be so easy.

Of course, nothing was allowed to be that easy. He'd been distracted by Control Freak and hadn't noticed Cyborg come in. The last thing he needed was a teammate coming in and ruining the entire operation. Plus, Cyborg hadn't been informed of this mission for a reason. Robin didn't even want to think about how embarrassing it would be if the other guys found out. Starfire and Raven were nonjudgemental. Cyborg and Beast Boy? He was never going to live this down.

The Titan's leader shrank back from his teammate when Cyborg came over to stand menacingly behind him and Control Freak. He didn't want Cy to get too close. What if he recognized him!? But then, that didn't seem to be the way the cybernetic teen intended on interfering with Robin's mission.

It became entirely too clear to Robin that Cyborg had no idea who he was when his friend sent him a debonair smile. The Boy Wonder's response was to take an awkward step backwards, lose his balance, and grab for the shelf that was already strained from Control Freak. Remember children, shelves are dangerous. In a fantastical display of cartoon awkwardness Robin landed on his butt, his face bright red, and with the bookshelf pretty much on top him. Comics spilled from their confines to spread over him like a blanket. He began to pull the nearest ones into small piles.

"I-" his voice squeaked unconsciously so he put more effort into it, hoping to sound more feminine and less helium-sucker. "I'm so sorry!" the fake hipster girl carefully piled the comics before setting the on the shelves. They were in the wrong order now, but Robin didn't know that. "You uh…you startled me." he added softly, giving a sidelong glance in Cyborg's direction and mostly wishing his teammate would just go away. "And I don't really need both of your help."

Maybe Cy could take a hint?

His attention turned to Control Freak. "You said you know all the titles, right?" he asked softly, frowning down at a few of the comics in his hands before putting them back on a shelf. "I'm trying to figure out where to start. A friend of mine suggested I start reading Fantastic Four because he said Doctor Doom is amazing," he was getting better at keeping his voice feminine as he talked. He smiled slightly in triumph. "My favorite characters are always the villains," the not-a-hipster-girl confided. This was one of the ways he'd figured he could gain Control Freak's trust. "They're always so much more interesting then the heroes. They pretty much make the story, I think."

The "girl's" eyes roamed the shelves for a moment before coming back to rest on Control Freak's disgusting face. "Who do you think is the best?"

And check-box one: start a conversation with the mark, complete.

[Bry]

--Control Freak--

How. Dare. He.

Control Freak scowled at Cyborg as he intruded upon his moves! The nerve of these self-righteous Titans.

He would, of course, blame the time it took to scowl at his nemesis for the fact that he didn't even try to catch the angel as she fell from Heaven. Instead, he looked down at her in the mess of comics and books and blinked once. Her dainty little form had managed to make quite a mess, and once he got done taking it in, Control Freak swept himself down in a dramatic fashion, flaring his trench coat out behind him, falling to one knee like a knight, and offering a hand down to the girl.

"Milady," he began, waiting for her to take his grubby hand and smiling a smug smile up at Cyborg as the girl more or less completely blew the metal man off. "I know all the titles," he confirmed, and then she spoke even more magical words than ever he expected to hear. She liked villains.

She liked villains.

The level of smug in his grin went up by at least ten points and his eyes sparkled with victory. "If it's a villain you're looking for, my cherry," he said, offending French people everywhere. "Then look no further. For at your very beck and call is the greatest villain of them all." He bowed his head, as if he expected her to place a delicate bubble-gum-flavoured kiss there to honour his little rhyme, and then looked up at her. "I am.... Control Freak!"

The fanfare and epic music was probably only heard in his head.

The nerd watched her closely, waiting to see her reaction and anticipating gushing giggles and swooning. He stole a glance up at Cyborg, wishing he would just go away, but that couldn't be helped. Besides, Cyborg was a Titan. Not a villain.

And he was soooo not cool.

[Elenaphant]

Cyborg felt something fizzle in his head. Did he just get brushed off, in favour of Control Freak? Cy didn't have the best self esteem, but he had enough self-respect to consider himself better than Control Freak. Appearances he wasn't going to even get into, but the dude was a villain. He hurt people for his own, stupid whims. 

Oh, but she preferred villains. Was this for real? Was this actually happening? The girl was gorgeous but she's been reading one too many comic books if she could stand there and tell a recognizable, real-life hero that villains were more worthy of her time. He wanted to get all righteous and deliver a speech on behalf of heroes everywhere, but he was still a little love-struck to be too mad at her. 

There were only so many blatant lies he could handle. When Control Freak declared himself the greatest villain, there was just no holding back. "Hah! Yeah right, greatest villain my metal butt." Cyborg shook his head.  "Dude, out of good will I can't even joke that you go up against some of our real threats, because that'd get you killed." It was the harsh 'n honest truth there.

Then he looked down at the pretty, young girl with less bite in his metal jaw. "Look, I get it--in comic books, villains are facsinating. I'll respectfully disagree, because it's the hero who has to go through the actual dillemmas and not boo hoo, which doomsday device do I need to invest in now, but when a guy like this starts bragging about villainy? You back away. Because even in comic books, the girl of a villain never fares well. There's some truth in fiction about that." 

He then pinned Control Freak with a disapproving look. "And you take your flirting elsewhere until you clean up your act. I've got my  eye on you." His red eye whirrled audibly for emphasis.

[Silv]

Cyborg needed to take a hint.

The false hipster girl kept his focus almost solely on the grubby nerd in front of him and did his absolute best to pretend like the other Titan wasn't actually there. Robin smiled when Control Freak confirmed that he knew all the titles before the young leader's focus went back to the books he had haphazardly stuck back in the shelf. The boy masquerading as a girl fiddled absently with a lopsided book, a moment of OCD gone wrong forcing him to right it, when Control Freak up and told him that he was a villain.

Robin gave a little gasp of surprise, mostly because he hadn't expected the nerd to be dumb enough to instantly reveal his villain status in the middle of a comic book store. Swooning was not something on the boy's agenda so it was almost good that Cyborg decided at that moment to cut in. Almost because he'd rather Cyborg just go away.

"I remember seeing you on the television," the not-girl said, focusing on Control Freak, brown eyes wide with awe. "You sure gave those Titans a challenge," he gave a girlish giggle, but it seemed forced, though, that could have been because Cyborg was focusing on him again.

The not-a-hipster-girl's jaw twitched like she was annoyed and she narrowed her eyes at Cyborg. Robin was trying his best not to break character because a scowl would probably give him away. "Look, Cyborg," the false girl said harshly, "I appreciate the advice but I'm not a damsel in distress. I can handle this. Without robotic stalkers. Now be a good boy scout and help some old lady cross the street," Robin made a shooing gesture at his robotic friend hoping that it would finally get him to go away before turning his attention back to Control Freak.

Robin gave a dramatic roll of his eyes. "Ugh. Heroes. Save one cat out of a tree and suddenly they think they're everyone's guardian angel or something," he fluttered a hand as though to shake off the ridiculousness of the idea before his face lit up in a smile. "I can't believe I'm actually meeting a famous villain!" he gushed trying not to sound as fake as he felt. "You have to tell me what it's like!"

And then, earlier then he would have ever anticipated, Robin dropped the bomb that was the reason for this escapade. "Do you have any dastardly plans in the making?" he twirled one of the dark wig curls around his finger to distract himself so he wouldn't clench his hands into fists at the thought of villainy. The effect was almost coy and flirty. "Or are they-" he dropped his voice to a whisper and leaned ever so slightly towards Control Freak, "a secret?"

[Bry]

--Control Freak--

     "Yes, yes, be a good boy scout," Control Freak echoed the girl, smiling smugly up at the robotic hero. "You are, dare I say it, unwanted here, sir!"

     Yes, in fact, it was he, Control Freak, that the girl was swooning over!! This was the first time it had ever happened that he didn't wake up from afterwards and he wasn't about to let Cyborg, of ALL people, ruin it! Again mirroring the object of his affections, this time accidentally, Control Freak also waved a hand to shoo Cyborg away.

     But not without one last scowling frown. "And I will flirt anywhere I darn well please. Blasted hero," he said up to him. "Until I see your name above the door, I'll thank you to rein your ego in just a schmidge."

     Now ignoring Cyborg in a more complete fashion, Control Freak looked back to the pretty young girl and spoke rather like he should've been on stage instead of in a comic book store. "You, my dear, are most certainly right! I gave the Titans a run for their money! And had the original five not been gallivanting frivolously around the world at the time of my challenge, I would most certainly have prevailed!" Here a fist rose into the air, both dramatic and idiotic. And then he leaned closer, his eyes twinkling in glee at her last questions. "My dear, my dear...." He brought a hand up, caressing her face as delicately as someone with sausage fingers could manage. Holding her chin in what he assumed to be an attractive way, he finished with, "I always have dastardly plans in the making...." He stole another glance at Cyborg. "Perhaps, if you would like, I could take you back to my completely-unknown-to-Titans'-or-heroes-alike secret lair and show you around? Admission is cheap." He removed his grubby fingers from the gal's chin and tapped his own cheek. "One sweet little kiss."

     Ha. He was clever, so clever.

[Elenaphant]

This was madness. This wasn't even Sparta. This was Cyborg's self esteem, along with his sanity, going down the toilet. The gorgeous girl with the dark curls, cute glasses, and sweet butt in the fun sized package wanted Control Freak instead. Then, the part of his bruised ego not dictated by teenage hormones and drama had him straightening up and lifting his metal chin. Apparently, there wasn't all to appearances, and he didn't mean the geek of a villain. The currently unnamed girl was a beauty, but man, there must be something wrong with her brain. Too many romantic novels? Didn't those at least have an attractive lead, if a vapid one? 

Maybe she was just into greasy hair, pimply faced, overweight guys who were sociopathic in their own way? Yeah, unattractive duded needed love too, but man, Control Freak just didn't deserve it. He was actually starting to get worried for her. Just the sight of his fingers holding her face, the way he turned his cheek toward her... Cyborg's nose wrinkled and he crossed his arms. Hey, if this was what she wanted...

Not that he'd leave her alone. Dastardly plans they didn't know, huh? A secret lair, huh? Well, they wouldn't be secret for long. A Titan was on it. He just didn't know it wasn't him. 

There was something that he picked up from his leader when it came to reconnaissance. "You know what? You're right. Even you deserve a shot at romance. My bad. I can see when my help isn't wanted." In a show of good nature, he patted Control Freak on the back twice, as if to say good luck, buddy and then turned around to go purchase his issue like he wanted. Of course, he had just tacked a tiny tracker on him, but you know, they were cool. 

He still looked back at The Girl though, feeling his stomach sink a bit. It sucked he was still crushing on her. Why could she like a nice, norm--okay, bionic hero like him? Instead it was Control Freak getting that kiss to his cheek. Just great. Too bad he'd have to break them up, it was just the responsible thing to do. 

[Silv]

The expression taking one for the team had never felt so real before. Robin relaxed when Cyborg backed off, smacking the fat nerd in front of them good naturedly in the back, before going off to...do whatever it was Cyborg did in a comic shop. The boy disguised as a girl didn't notice the forced movement or how it was similar, but much less subtle, to how he put tracking devices on people. He was too distracted by the sudden invasion of his bubble.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. PERSONAL. SPACE.

Dick had to stop himself from flinching when Control Freak reached up to grab his face. The gesture wasn't hostile, but it certainly wasn't welcome. It took all of the boy's self control to keep from decking the rotund little nerd. But on the plus side, this was progressing far faster then Robin had ever anticipated. The idiotic villain was offering to take him to his secret lair and explain to him his dastardly plans. As soon as he knew about them, he and the Titans would stop them, and Control Freak would never know what hit him. Problem, however, was that to get to said point...he had to kiss another guy on the greasy, pimply cheek. Ew.

Still, sometimes, things just had to be done. The Boy Wonder took a deep breath, gave Control Freak a smile, and leaned forward. "You would really take me to see your secret lair?" he asked in what might have been a swoon. His stomach certainly lurched enough. "I've never seen a secret lair before." the boy turned girl confided, despite the fact that this was a lie. "This is going to be so cool!"

It was hard to summon enthusiasm when Robin had no real desire to kiss the guy in front of him, on the cheek or not. He knew what he was doing, though. He wouldn't give anything away. The little hipster girl who was actually the Titan's leader threaded her arm through Control Freak's, bumping hips accidentally, and placed the quickest and most chaste of kisses on the grubby man's cheek.

"Shall we?" he asked, gesturing towards the door with his free hand and a smile.

TAG: Bry
Don't forget about ussss <3

[Bry]

--Control Freak--

     Control Freak made good on his intention to ignore Cyborg, though the tin man made it extremely freaking difficult when he patted him on the back like a buddy. Control sniffed once in defiance, never even noticing that the pat had an ulterior motive, lost as he was in the girl's beautiful eyes.

     If this was a cartoon cause wait, it's not?, Control Freak would have twirled on the very tip of his toes in a gleeful pirouette while hearts and mini cupids celebrated around him. This was, of course, real life, however and he made do with a little dance that might have resembled a tapdance if he'd had any actual talent.

     "Yes!" he crooned, his voice as high as he was right now. She'd kissed him! "Yes, we very much shall!" The tubby man pulled the gal a step closer than she already was with his arm hooked around hers and gave her a wink. Then he proceeded to lead her away from the store after tucking whatever books she'd chosen from the wrecked shelf they'd left behind under his trench coat, like the shoplifting gentleman he was.

     His motorbike waited outside with it's little sidecar looking a little dejected. Control Freak stopped a few feet away from it and held up a finger. "Just one moment, my lady," he said to her, dashing as quickly as it was possible for him to dash over to the sidecar and ridding it of an amount of junk that would have been unbelievable to anyone who wasn't there to see it hit the sidewalk, adding "littering" to Control's embarrassingly short list of actual crimes. Considering the pile consisted mostly of Big Mac boxes, half-eaten packs of jerky, and old soda cups whose bottoms had long sogged through, the sidecar probably smelled like a delicacy from Tameran, but the smell was lost on Control Freak, and he spun around and gestured for his date to come forward.

     He held out a helmet to her. "For you, my Sweet," he said, booping her on the nose with a little more force than the gesture required. "Hop in and away we go!"

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Elenaphant Silv
Thanks for the tag, Silv~
I.... Had kinda sorta forgotten. >.>
Control Freak's fun, though. I'm glad I finally got the chance to reply. ^^