M i g h t i e s t

Was he really hiding the powers of a G O D ?

               “ So uh…

   He just hadn’t been expecting her to                      ASK HIM.

          That last bit confused him.                Like, REALLY got him.

Well… That was certainly a sight to be seen–though Robin kind of wished he hadn’t seen it.

When Billy had said he was hungry, Damian hadn’t actually expected him to mean ravenously so… Evidently that was the case, however. He must not have eaten in some time. That or his transformations and powers taxed his metabolism, but somehow from the looks of things, the assassin was more likely to put his money on the first option. 

                ❝ Go ahead. You might as well when we’re already here. ❞

                                        Less talking, more eating.        He’d finished off most of what was on the table,        smiling quietly to himself. Well, until he realized        that he didn’t actually have anything to say. The        hero looked around, twiddling his thumbs as        awkwardly as one could imagine until---- 

                   ❛ Um.. Nice place.❜

          Plastic Man survived for 3000 years                as little more than crumbs                scattered around the Atlantic.

     If that doesn’t give you an idea of the

                         level of power

          he hides behind that doofy smile           of his, then you’re

             ——AND I WILL BE.

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                    ❝ … Help yourself. ❞

           ❛ Thanks, man.❜   

      He cleared the second plate in under a minute.       Not the most ATTRACTIVE thing in the world,       but the kid was never really sure when he’d get       a meal like this again.

           ❛ Well, no.                  --But I have a few friends who might.❜ 

            A brief pause. More thinking. 

“I want to, but…” Gar glanced over his shoulder. He was still on duty. A finger raised to silence Billy for a second while Gar flicked on the comm in his ear. “Robin. Lunch?”

With a nod at the response, Gar tugged the small radio free and tossed it to Billy. “Stuff that in your coat for me. Beta’s moving into position, so I’m free.” He fished his phone out from the sleeve of his bodysuit, flicked a few screens, then passed it across to Billy too. “Annnnd you can use this to buy lunch for both of us. Google Wallet, dude.”

Gar shifted then–small, green, whiskery, and dashing up Billy’s leg to take shelter in the boy’s jacket pocket. Green kids attracted too much attention.

             ❛ Whoa!! Usually the food comes                              before all the touching.                     --------And you didn’t even ask me                             out all nice and proper.❜

       A laugh, lighthearted and juvenile.       One would think the boy was on top       of the world if one knew no better. 

                   Wading through the crowded city streets,                    trying not to bump into people because a                    small,  c r u s h a b l e  green animal who                   happened to also be your  very human                   friend is in your pocket is just about as hard                    as it sounds. But Billy did it. Somehow. All                    the while a smile resting on his lips.