And he said, "I wish that I could be like the cool kids."
Sept 11, 2014 22:56:42 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2014 22:56:42 GMT -6
He was nervous as he raced down the city streets on his motorcycle, he repeatedly went down the checklists of prepping himself for lunch. He showered after his workout, and after getting beat up by Batgirl. Shaved the stubble off of his face and neck. Brushed his teeth. Made sure his hair was properly gelled, but not overly gelled. Hit himself with some Paris Hilton cologne. Stopped by a florist to pick up a bouquet. Everything seemed to be in order.
So, why was he so nervous?
Over and over, he replayed the events in the gym. The near kiss, his fingers entwined in her hair. He should've went in for the kiss, right? Or, was the intimacy felt in those few seconds simply one-sided? Did Batgirl still want to have lunch with him because she felt obligated being a higher ranking Titan who just mopped the floor with him? Or was it something more? Her quick exit after Red Star stopped himself from kissing her could've meant she felt uncomfortable after the experience. And, that was due to her wanting the kiss, or wanting nothing to do with it at all.
Situations like this were nerve wracking, to say the least. Giant, pizza shaped balcony with pepperoni-umbrella tables. Surely, a restaurant designed in such a fashion would be one-of-a-kind, even in a city as, shall we say, outlandish as Jump City. Finding a parking spot, he parked his bike, kicking out the kickstand as he shut off the engine. Lightly sighing, he looked down at the bouquet of half-a-dozen pink roses. He felt out of place holding them. Was this even a date?
Do superheroes even date?
Taking a deep breath, he stepped off of his bike and began walking towards the pizza joint. He wore a pair of black sneakers, blue jeans, and a white Babymetal t-shirt. Over that was his black leather jacket with red stars on the shoulders. Taking off his sunglasses, he put them into his jacket pocket. He paused just before the door. One more deep breath. He had this. Nodding to himself, he took the next few steps forward, opening the door. Green eyes searching for Batgirl.
@aly
So, why was he so nervous?
Over and over, he replayed the events in the gym. The near kiss, his fingers entwined in her hair. He should've went in for the kiss, right? Or, was the intimacy felt in those few seconds simply one-sided? Did Batgirl still want to have lunch with him because she felt obligated being a higher ranking Titan who just mopped the floor with him? Or was it something more? Her quick exit after Red Star stopped himself from kissing her could've meant she felt uncomfortable after the experience. And, that was due to her wanting the kiss, or wanting nothing to do with it at all.
Situations like this were nerve wracking, to say the least. Giant, pizza shaped balcony with pepperoni-umbrella tables. Surely, a restaurant designed in such a fashion would be one-of-a-kind, even in a city as, shall we say, outlandish as Jump City. Finding a parking spot, he parked his bike, kicking out the kickstand as he shut off the engine. Lightly sighing, he looked down at the bouquet of half-a-dozen pink roses. He felt out of place holding them. Was this even a date?
Do superheroes even date?
Taking a deep breath, he stepped off of his bike and began walking towards the pizza joint. He wore a pair of black sneakers, blue jeans, and a white Babymetal t-shirt. Over that was his black leather jacket with red stars on the shoulders. Taking off his sunglasses, he put them into his jacket pocket. He paused just before the door. One more deep breath. He had this. Nodding to himself, he took the next few steps forward, opening the door. Green eyes searching for Batgirl.
@aly