“Do you think anybody's actually tried to like, genetically engineer a real superhero?            Y'know, like a real life Captain America or Wolverine or something.”

Runnin’ Down A Dream - Tom Petty

Sugar Ray // Someday

     Now he was definitely suspicious. 

          “It is now,” he swallows his uneasiness, stature straightening significantly with the show of assertion. 

       Not the brightest bulb in the box, was he?                      And wasn’t it a little too early for Halloween anyway?

                 “—- That’s not your concern. Go back to your costume party.”

          “Wait -- hold up, wait --                 If you weren't being attacked -- then what the hell was just going on here?” 

                 “—- Getting in the way. Go home, kid.”

          “Wait — what? No, I’m not —      I’m here to save you, what the hell did you think I was trying to do?”

f l a s h // g i v e a w a y.

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     The sudden presence is enough to startle him slightly, provoked by the anxiety that's been lurking within him since he sent the text that'd essentially sealed his fate. A few insignificant scratches pepper his features, but none of them appear to be relatively fresh enough to cause alarm, she's right.

     “Well, okay -- Look, you're probably gonna hate me after this, but hear me out okay? You wouldn't meet me unless I played it up a bit, so I couldn't exactly say, ‘hey, I need to talk to you about --’ well... the team.” The last two words slide out of his mouth with a hushed, feeble reluctance as his eyes hesitate to make contact with those opposing.

   She’s out of uniform but undeniably on guard, heavily armed even then beneath her khaki jacket and simple black jeans. Confident stride has her dropping soundlessly into the seat opposite him, mannerisms that of a trained assassin even as of late—in the midst of her attempts to rewire her nature against it. Not a moment of observation passes before a blonde brow raises incredulously. “Well you’re not bleeding heavily and there doesn’t seem to be anyone chasing you. The hell’s so fucking important?” The lack of a ‘curse jar’ in the vicinity frankly had her amping up the profanity just for the heck of it.

     A shifty stature sits uncomfortably at a small table, eyes falling down to the device within his palm as if it would predict her arrival. His uneasy nature was cause of the small white lie he'd used to lure the expected party in with, a nervousness apparent by the constant surveying of passing civilians as well as entering patrons. His neck swivels before falling back in place straight ahead, dreading the reaction she'd give when the conversation wasn't quite as ... risky as he'd played it off to be. But it didn't matter. He needed to talk to her -- this might be his last chance to coarse her into joining Justice Forever. 

   [ Text; Dave ] I know the place. C u then.

[ Text; Mindy ] Pizza? Joe's on Carmine - I can be there in half an hour.

    There’s a long delay, a general distaste for the context of this entire thing lingering.

   [ Text; Dave ] Fine. The hell is this meant to be at?

[ Text; Mindy ] Need to talk in person - too ricky over the phone

[ Text; Mindy ] Risky, damn it.

     Okay, so maybe that wasn't exactly the truth -- but how else was he going to get her to talk to him?

    [ Text; Dave ] The time but not the patience for bullshit. What do you want to talk about?

[ Text; Mindy ] Time to meet? Need to talk to u.

    [ Text; Dave ] ...your timing could be worse. What's up?

[ Text; Mindy ] Hey - u busy?