#aheroicpath

“No.”

Is this a call out post for Peter

He smiles minutely,  loosens his own tie with a tug.   The tie slips away as he undoes it,   reaching for the heinous tie to replace it.   It clashes with everything Bruce Wayne is but he’ll still wear it for the rest of the day.   His palm pats her cheek affectionately,   pulling her into a quick sideways  embrace,   picks up the handle of his coffee with his other hand.    The board meeting he’s going to make a fashionably late entrance to will certainly appreciate it.    “Thank you,  Cassandra.    It’s...  very thoughtful.” 

In recent years, the Tower had grown accustomed to a variable amount of teen heroes only dependent to the time or day. With that came new sounds and smells that Gar’s attuned senses categorized and shelved, only to be referenced when explicit memory failed him.... Which was more than he cared to admit.

That being said, Gar knew there was something off as he started making his way to the main room. He had been in the tower for most of the day, but there had been no indication that someone had entered and yet- there was a distinct scent he commonly associated with a urban sprawl (Star City, Gotham, Metropolis), along with the thick, raw odor of sweat mixed with something poly woven- which in contrast was anything but distinguishing when it came to heroes.

“I don’t think that reply makes sense.”