Craters and Pizza

September 08, 2017:

Emery visits Metropolis, meets a Cyborg and sees on of his stalkers again. He uses positive reinforcement via pizza to reward good vigilante work after scolding.

Metropolis

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Fade In…

At first sight, it appears to be just another quiet evening. Its the time where children are going to sleep, where old mothers are turning off their television and thinking about what flavor of tea to have.. Aesh has left his work late, looking forward to an evening of gaming and lots of soda. He's flying towards his home, when his Hud picks some interesting information from one of the many radio frequencies Aesh monitors. "We have them on our sight.. The deal should start shortly. Hopefully, we'll be able to acquire some new toys." The transmission is coming from an old part of the city: Whatever the place was, now its nothing more then a junction of old, narrow streets. As Aesh flies towards the place, he can't help but think that Metropolis, like everywhere else, has its ugly side.

*

Emery had been settled comfortably on a park bench, staring out at a pond and just sitting quietly. Only reason to visit this city….to take his daughter to the zoo but now the precious little exhausted bundle of Irish grit and Egyptian class is settled comfortably in the hired car driving the little girl back to the hotel in another city. The tired father just stares at the pond, dressed in a pair of dark jeans, black and white converse sneakers, a white henley and a comfortable black leather jacket….a cream colored beanie worn as well. He is in the process of cupping his hand around a tiny flame to light his cigarette before looking up to see something or someone fly overhead and his eyebrow raises as he pockets his lighter and shakes his head and taking a drag off the slender white stick. Another squint goes towards the sky.

*

Aesh continues to fly towards his destination, his current altitude making it impossible for him to see Emery. He starts to fly lower, the sound of his propulssors now being clearly heard below: Its a strange mix between the sound of a speeding race car and a jet turbine. The youth continues to fly, in hopes of catching up to the men before their 'deal' starts.

*

Exhaling slowly, smoke curls from Emery's nostrils as he pushes off with a foot to spin around on the bench to lay on his back on the bench, blinking a bit as he tracks the young man's journey across the sky with another shake of his head. "Christ on a cracker….flyin' men….should've held off on sending the wee one home so early. Far more interestin' than grumpy penguins." He murmurs softly to himself, his voice colored by that Irish lilt.

*

Aesh is flying low enough for him to finally see Emery, thanks to his visual cybernetics.. A quick wave is given towards the man as Aesh passes by the area, his mind still set on finding the people he needs to. The man's murmur is also heard, a chuckle escaping from Aesh's lips.

*

Emery lifts his free hand to return the wave before tucking the hand back behind his head and taking another drag of his cigarette, tapping ash to the side and going back to watching the sky.

*

Aesh sighs as he looks through new reports from his Hud. Apparently the men's trail went cold.. Now, he won't be able to triangulate their position precisely. A thought occurs to him.. Still in sight of Emery, he lands, quickly making his way towards Emery. "Excuse me sir.. Did you see anything out of the ordinary while you've been here?" His voice is soft and polite as he asks his question, glancing at Emery with expectation.

*

Emery props himself up in and elbow, staring at Aesh for a moment, looking him up and down slowly before pushing himself all the way into a seated position. "Probably nothing the likes of ye would be interested in. Jest some hipsters and a few people m'sure 'ave no prescription for the herbal remedies they smell like they 'ave been rolling around in."

*

Aesh nods. "Oh I'm looking for them, alright.. They seem to be doing something that I'm looking to stop.. Do you think you could remember if any large group went into a specific direction?" He really needs to improve his questioning methods. He's unable to continue as gunshots can now be clearly heard.

*

Emery blinks a few times and taps some more ash off of his cigarette. "Ye be looking for hipsters and pot smokers?" He asks with something akin to amusement. "I tink you may find more of them around Universities and such…" He cocks his head to the side when he hears the gun shots.

*

"No, I was looking for.. Oh forget it, you'll see in a moment." Aesh releases yet another sigh, his Hud showing a lot of heat signals converging on their position. The gunshots get louder as two groups of armed men run into the square. "Get out of here!" Aesh exclaims to Emery, the youth quickly sending neural commands to his cybernetics. A bluish energy shield forms around Emery, the bubble-like construct coming from Aesh. The armed thugs seem to be at war with each other, the two groups firing bullets that fly around the square. "Looks like their deal went wrong." Aesh murmurs to himself.

*

Emery drops his cigarette and grinds it out under a heel when the gunshots seem to be getting louder and he rests his hands on his thighs and he sighs softly. "Oh bloody 'ell…every goddamn city…" He rises to his feet and the sits right back down when there is some sort of energy bubble forming around him and his eyebrows shoot up. "Oh right then…" He gestures towards the right. "So should I be going or staying, cuz ye got me wrapped up in futuristic wrappin' paper here boyo…"

*

"Come on, the shield is made of energy. It should protect you from bullets." Aesh replies. The shoots continue, Aesh being hit by a burst fired from someone wielding a machine gun. He winces in pain, the bullets clearly ripping through his cheek. But it stops there, the bullets hitting the metal under his skin with useless *klanks*. "I'll try to clear this area. Just stay inside the shield." Since he's using his energy to power the shield that covers Emery, he won't be able to use any of his energy-based weapons. He raises his right arm, the limb starting to change almost immediately. Its skin disappears, the whole limb having become a large, tube-like launcher.

*

"Ahh…rrrright, because tat makes me feel so much more secure." Emery replies carefully, taking in how the shots are being fired and the klanks and he takes a few steps backwards. "Drop the shield lad…focus on clearing the area so this doesn't spread further and put some poor random bastards at risk." He raises his voice over the din gunfire, throwing himself forward to roll behind the bench ina dive for cover. He peeks back over to Aesh in time to see that arm transforming and he looks abit ill for a moment.

*

"This shouldn't take long." Aesh comments, starting to select individual targets with his Hud. He raises the launcher high, the weapon glowing for a moment as its firing sequence quickly starts and ends. With a loud *riz*, several clusters of finger-sized missiles are fired into the air. The missiles change direction, starting to hit their designated targets. A nearby man gets hit in the chest, the small explosion eliciting a pained screen from him, followed by his body falling limply to the ground. "For the record, he isn't dead." Aesh says casually to Emery even as other missiles start to hit other bodies.

*

Emery just ducks back behind that bench. "Oh thas alriight…take yer tiiime." The Irish Butler stays out of sight for all of this, taking in the various capabilities of the young man. "Not even worried about that right now….its all good."

*

Seeing that the other man is safe behind his bench, at least for now, Aesh retracts his shield. "Look! Its that cyber-freak!" One of the men shouts. "Crap." Aesh says as some of the fire is now focused on him. He picks up a nearby bench, throwing it at the closest group of men. Seems like what was only a battle about a deal gone wrong has developed into a 3-way battle. "Alright, time to step things up." Aesh says. Some of the nearby lightposts start to crackle, as Aesh uses his Hud to transfer their electricity to him, concentrating it in his hands. He fires the electricity at the thugs, the electricity been fired in the form of a large ball. The ball explodes, electrocuting most of the thugs and leaving a large crater on the square.

*

Emery cringes from time to time as he watches the fight continue, noting the use of the bench and the the electrical interference and such and then when the large ball explodes and them there is that large crater he pops up from behind the bench and gestures towards said crater, walking from behind the bench and gesturing again. "Oh sweet jaysus, reeeally?! Really? Was that absolutely necessary?! Are ye planning on paying for tis?" He places a hand on his hip. "…I mean what the shite…." He takes a deep breath, looking around for witnesses. "Oh gawd…"

*

Aesh just sighs. His launcher starts to change, the device turning back into a hand. "I always pay for the damage.." He looks around for a moment, smiling despite the situation. "Well, fortunately, nobody got hurt. And no one, not even our wild friends, died. It could have ended worse, right?" Its clear that, from his posture, this sort of thing has happened before. "I'm Aesh, by the way." He introduces himself, even as he hears police sirens nearby. "Police should be here shortly.. I should probably tell them to also call maintenance crew."

*

"Ye can win a war by droppin' a bomb, but ye have lost if ye destroyed the city in the process boyo…." Emery sighs softly rubbing a hand over his face. "I cannae even…" He turns in a little circle. "Ye 'ave enough mojo in all those bits to 'ave taken them out smarter…but aye, ye took care of it…" He tsks softly and exhales softly. "I'm Emery Papsworth, professional Butler and certified personal assistant…."

*

"Well, its a pleasure to meet you, Emery." He looks at the crater once more. "I admit.. Perhaps blowing the place wasn't the best way to end it but.. I was afraid you'd get hit if I stepped away to deal with them." He says honestly. "We live and learn, I guess." He hmms. "You are a butler, hunh? Have you ever heard of a company called Gentech? Its a company that specializes in robotics and cybernetics.. I'm currently its CEO."

*

This used to be a pretty nice park, quiet part, near a square….and it is evening. Emery was having a perfectly calm evening in a new city after spending the day at a zoo with his tiny daughter who is on her way back to a secure hotel with her nanny in either Gotham or NYC.

He is all cool casual fashionable young dad this evening….from the jeans to the converse and the beanie but now he is just walking towards the giant crater in the middle of the square, waving away some smoke and looking back to Aesh when he comments on lessons learned. "Weeelll, as long ye realize where you've f*cked up, that is all that matters…" The sarcasm is not cruel or malicious or even delivered with meanness…it is just exasperatedly incredulous." Hands move to his mouth as he just nods and mmhms when Aesh explains about the company he is the CEO of.

Then the soft laughter starts as he crouches down and holds his head in his hands. "Saints…give me strength…really?!" He looks up towards the sky. "Really?!? Rich Super Flying Tin Men with electronic bombs now?! Ye couldn't have stopped with the hot vigilantes with no pants and the bloody ninjas?"

*

A few minutes ahead of the oncoming sirens? The roar of a motorcycle engine. Though cars have already wildly displaced and blocked off the area, there's a squeal of tires in the distance and the sound of metal against metal as a matte black motorcycle with no true license or registration for the oncoming police to check uses the back of a parked tow truck to jump over a car and into the clearing.

On the bike? A shock of flowing blonde hair and a domino mask with black paint over one eye in the shape of a star. Leather jacket and fishnets to boot, she nails the landing with a squeak of the motorcycle's shocks. Late to the fight, it seems, she drops one arm and extends a snap-stick baton while racing towards Emery and Aesh.

The cycle skids to a sideways halt as the blonde quickly looks to the crater, to Aesh, to Emery, then huffs her hair out of her face towards the two of them.

"Shit." The vigilante grouses, avoiding eye contact with Emery. "I missed it, didn't I?"

*

"First, it wasn't an electronic bomb.. It was just electricity!" Aesh exclaims, a chuckle escaping his lips. "I only put too much electricity into my blast, thats all." He looks at the crater. "It isn't that bad.. Who knows, you may be looking at Metropolis's next tourism hotspot." His sarcasm is obvious in his tone, although he doesn't say it in a mean way.His eyes leave Emery as He tilts his head to the side as his hearing system hears the approaching motorcycle. He still smiles as the woman makes her landing, the young man's eyes are on her for a moment. "Well, if you'd gotten here a few minutes earlier, you'd have been able to join the fight.. Its all over now, a simple fight of gangs ended in a big way." He points to the crater. "No casualties."

*

Oh no…

Ooooh no. Emery straightens up slowly because his justmyluck meter is spiking and he hears her before she arrives. His goddess of stalkers in fishnets and the question just makes him point at Aesh and the crater and he throws his hands up, shrugging his shoulders. "Aye, electricity, rocket arms, supernatural scientific bubble-wrap…it was a bloody party."

He points to each in turn. Then turns to start walking away, leaving ample time and room to follow him.

*

"Lag a few blocks back for five minutes to get a cappuccino," Canary clucks her tongue against her teeth behind her ruby painted lips in mild distaste. Wanly, she shakes her head towards Aesh and points the blunted end of her snap baton at one Emery Papsworth. "Sooner or later I just need to plant a listening bug on this one and keep within driving distance." Despite the sarcasm in her tone, Black Canary smiles and leans heavily over the edge of her motorcycle to slam the edge of the baton into the concrete at her feet and shrink it back up into a single tube.

Never mind the slight smear of coffee on her fishnet-covered shin. Vigilantes clearly don't spill their coffee on themselves when peeling out of alleyways at high speed.

"Guess I won't be needing this just yet." She comments to herself, slipping it into a catch on a utility belt that hangs on one hip, truly doing nothing to hold up the single-suit bodice she wears as part of her costume.

"You've got rocket arms?" Canary suddenly asks Aesh with bright, blue eyes as she pops the clutch and rolls along after Emery like a gothic Playboy Bunny stalker. She looks back to the crater and then to the two of them. "Soooooooo am I reading this right that didn't have anything to do with you this time, Emery? Huh? Yeah. Poke. Don't you walk away, I'm talkin' at you." Canary grins to Aesh. "Professionally? I'm glad we're not fighting. I'm not on my turf at the moment soooooo I should probably skee-daddle away from the MPD."

*

"Don't you worry about that." Aesh says to Canary, smiling. "If I use my Hud correctly, I can give false tips to them and make them leave this place if you aren't comfortable with them." He starts to idly follow Emery, just to see where things will end. "Its not rocket arms but.." He raises his arm, the appendage once more turning into a launcher. "I can use this to fire small missiles that are used to take care of infantry.. They are basically missiles that have been designed to knock people out.. Or worse, if that's what I want." The launcher turns back into an arm as he talks with Canary. "I accidentally created the crater.. The whole thing started when I overheard a group of criminals talking over the radio.. They seemed to be preparing for a meeting or a deal.. I came here, tried to track them.. Their deal or whatever went wrong.. So I ended up having to take care of two groups of bastards trying to shot at each other while at the same time, I tried to protect Emery here." He points to the man, chuckling. "I tried to end everything quickly by throwing electricity at them.. At least it worked." He points to a bunch of bodies nearby, the men clearly unconscious. "The bubble Emery refers to was a shield I used to protect him." Now looking at Emery, Aesh chuckles. "Whats wrong, Emery? Why are you leaving? Is it something I said?"

*

"This time, I was just minding me business watching Captain Rocketman over tere fly through the air….and then all of a sudden it was a gangsters paradise." Emery mutters over his shoulder…but then Aesh is explaining and he gestures in his direction. "See, not me fault." He turns and continues walking…spinning around to walk backwards.

"I am going to buy chips and booze. Possibly a pizza or two or three, so shift yer arses and c'mon!" Emery turns back around to continue walking and he does seem to move with definite purpose, dialing a number aggressively into his smart phone before placing it to his ear. "Hello! Is this the place where you ring up if ye want to order a pizza? Right ten…"

*

"Oh, don't worry about the cops. I don't want to be associated with screwing them around; I'm on decent terms as far as vigilantes go." Canary waves her gloved hand through the air towards Aesh, casting off the idea. With a twist of wrist, she nudges her cycle closer to the alleys and byways of Metropolis, keeping up with the crew. "But I like that no one got killed. I try to stay on the less than fatal side of the law. Cops and Feds tend to want that right for themselves."

Canary uses a boot to push the cycle along, and as she goes, she leans forward on the handlebars, trying to find an empty and somewhat clean alleyway for them to hide in. Metropolis is good for this: clean alleyways that make Gotham's look like sludge-covered porta-potties.

"I'm in on food, but can we find a rooftop or somewhere private to eat?" Canary asks of the two. "I didn't exactly bring my person-pants with me, and no offense, I kind of like that everyone I know can't look me up in a phone book." She chuckles gruffy and turns towards a parking garage. "Ems? Have them deliver to this place? Lower levels should be private enough."

*

"Well, I'm totally ok with a bit of food." Aesh replies to Emery, before he nods at Canary. "I myself try not to kill, too.. There simply isn't a point to it, as I tend to believe that all people should have a chance to improve.. If they don't improve, I just beat them down again until they do." He talks in a light-hearted tone as they walk. "I've been to Gotham a few times, when this place gets too quiet.. Its very interesting, to say the least." He looks around, trying to find a good spot. "Well, I myself wouldn't want to go to a public place.. My identity isn't secret, that means people will unfortunately recognize me.."

*

"Keep yer fishnets on lovely. I'm goin' to pick it up." Emery tosses a set of keys towards Canary, they are for a Charger, black of course. "If ye want to sit down." The Butler looks between the two. "Ye two be and play /nice/." He cautions them both before turning to head off.

*

Canary snaps out her hand to catch the keys with little effort. Her NHL-grade goalie game is, as the kids say, 'on fleek'. The keys rattle in her fingers as she looks to them, and gives them a wave on her roll down the first ramp. "Ever the gentleman, Emery. You stay out of trouble now. I'm gonna be waiting and not stalking you." Canary calls out, then hooks a finger for Aesh to follow her down the ramp.

"If he only knew how hard it was to get out of these fishnets when in gear mode." Canary chuckles to herself, rolling her bike into an empty spot next to the Dodge Charger. "So, I didn't get your name." She looks to Aesh. "I'm called the Black Canary, and yeah, Gotham's my beat. I was following up on a thing in the area." She glances up the ramp to where Emery went, then back to Aesh. "Is Metropolis your main gig?"

*

"Well yes, mostly because its where I live.." Aesh repplies as he follows Black Canary. "Black Canary, hu? Its a pleasure to meet you. I'm Aesh." Part of him wonders if she'll recognize him. "I tend to act wherever I'm, to be honest.." He followed her eyes as she looked to where Emery had been. "Anything I should know about him?" He asks her softly. "I ask out of mere curiosity, really. As for the fishnets, I always thought doing anything while wearing them would be difficult." He grins slightly. "So congrats for you."

*

Canary opts to remain seated on her bike. Backing it in, she kills the engine with a twist of the key, and lays Emery's keys atop her handlebars like sisters to her own keys. Speaking of fishnets? She leans back on her seat, bringing her legs up to fold across the top of the handlebars, resting back in a lean. "Oh these things? Trade secret? It helps that they're made out of a cut-resistant polymer." Canary winks. "Prestidigitation, and not to sound like one of those girls, but I've learned it's easier to get someone in a chokehold when they're busy trying to catch a look. All part of the tactics plan." Canary snaps and lifts her shoulder, then looks from Aesh to the ramp.

"Well, Aesh, Emery's someone I'm keeping an eye on." Canary pauses. "Seems a good guy, and like a lot of people he's got a little bit of trouble and I've got an open calendar, that kind of thing. Just treat the 'Mick like anyone else and if you see him running from bullets, drop in to lend a hand. He'll appreciate it…and probably reward you with food. Win-Win."

*

"Well, thanks for sharing your secrets with me.. Now I'll be sure not to look for too long." Aesh replies in good mirth, moving closer to the ramp. "Well, I could never not help someone, you know.. It appears that Emery has a sound mind.. For me, that is enough." Aesh moves to lean against a wall, his posture relaxed.

*

Canary slowly lulls her head to one side. The long strands of her blonde hair hang, framing the sardonic look she's giving the robot-man. There's a hint of a smirk upon her lips, a Mona Lisa of a grin. "Us without rocket launcher hands and laser bombs have to be a little creative, you know. You wouldn't believe how well these legs work on random ski-mask asshats trying to winch ATMs onto trucks." Canary laughs and pries her cell phone out of her leather jacket, tapping on the screen. "But I'll always say the day people complain about the fishnets is the day I retire and move to Iowa."

Pressing send on the message, Canary looks back up to Aesh, her off-even eyes, one smeared with black makeup in the shape of a star, blink to him.

"So is all of that cybernetic stuff you, or is that a suit? If you don't mind me asking." Canary asks, simply. "I don't know if I'd trade it or not, but every time I get kicked in the stomach I wish I'd have an Iron Man suit or something."

*

Speaking of a good guy with a sound mind….the Butler makes his reappearance, with about six boxes of pizza and a reusable shopping bag hanging from the other. Emery brings with me the sweet odor of cheese, tomato sauce, and deep fried potatoes while glass bottles clink together in his eco friendly bag. He makes his way into line of sight, heading for his Charger with a half smoked cigarette dangling from between his lips.

*

"Yes, everything is me.." Aesh repplies to Black Canary, his tone still even.. I'll cut a long history short.. I suffered a very tragic accident." Here his face becomes melodramatic in a mocking way, a grin still on his lips. "More then 90 of my body was destroyed.. So it was either live with cybernetics or well, don't live.. Don't get me wrong, if I could change it, I wouldn't." Canary's expression is certainly registered by Aesh and he looks at her a moment more. "But it isn't like you think.. If you pinch me, I'll still feel it.. If I touch something, I still feel it.. That's because when I started to modify my body, I wanted to make my sensations as human as possible. "Now here's a feast, Emery! Please, remind me to save your life more often." Aesh teases the man.

*

"Well, good on you, Aesh; no reason to give up the skin and get rid of the sensation of being alive. I'd want the same thing. In fact," Canary unfolds her legs and slipping off of the motorcycle at Emery's arrival. "I might have to put that down in my 'next of kin' message if I ever have a bad day. CyberCanary wouldn't want to get rid of that, either. EMERRRY." Canary crows out lowly, shrugging her leather jacket off of her shoulders to reveal her bare shoulders on the one-piece that connects around her neck in a leather buckle. "Oh, this guy never skimps with the food. You're a saint, really." Canary starts forward, tugging off her gloves. "And I gotta be honest, I order way too much Chinese and it was getting old."

*

Emery overhears the latter part of the story of Aesh's body and such so he just sets the pizza's down on the hood of the charger, spitting out the cigarette and grinding it out with a heel, "Well, avoid blowin' the ever loving shite out of innocent pavement and I may upgrade ye to the spaghetti dinner." He drawls softly, setting the bag down and pulling out a roll of paper towel and setting that aside along with a pack of plates, his definition of chips aka fries are set aside in a white paper bag and he has a bottle of red wine, a bottle of bourbon, and some red solo cups.

"Now, eat up. Ye vigilante lot need to keep meat on ye bones." A very grateful eyes follows the curves of Canary's profile as he pours himself a cup of bourbon.

*

"Well, Canary, it wouldn't be too difficult to give you some upgrades.. Of course, it wouldn't be something as extreme as my cybernetics but perhaps something to I don't know.. Increase your reaction time, your strength.. That'd all depend on what you'd want." He turns to Emery, chuckling. "Hold on.. So if I took care of the gangers in a different way you'd have given me spaghetti? Oh, sadness!" He winks at Emery as he sees him looking at Canary's shadow, the youth moving to a box of pizza and politely opening it. "I wonder.. Would alcoholic drinks fuck with my cybernetics? Hmm guess I'll find out."

*

"Nope. NOPE. Nope. I'm gonna stay hundred-percent as I am as long as I can, thank you very much." Canary tucks her gloves into her belt and hip-checks into place next to Emery, reaching for a solo cup. "No offense, Aesh, but even now I don't want to know whether or not if I had cybernetics how they'd offset my timing. Speaking of which, Emery?" Canary looks from Aesh to Emery with a wary look in her eye. "Just a little sip of wine with the food, if you could? I've got water in a saddlebag over there, but I am driving back to Gotham before sundown. Maybe even get a nap in before getting back to the old obsession." She smiles faintly and looks down to the plates. "Thank you, again, for this."

*

"I used to know some pilots…if ye 'ave a drink lad, take it easy and mebbe do not go fly for a couple hours." Emery pours wine into a solo cup for Aesh and then tips some wine into Canary's cup. "This is basically just fortified grape juice. Ye will be okay if ye take it easy and drink water…"

He smiles softly, dimples making an appearance as he gives a polite nod of his head. The Irishman looks between the two. "This is what I do. I support people in power…well so far…with power. I live to serve, tis the least I can do."

*

"Thats allright, Canary. It was just a suggestion, really." Aesh says in an easy tone. He picks up a slice of pizza, nodding at Emery. "Its a noble thing, Emery." He comments. "And I don't mean this just because of the food." Aesh reaches to take his cup, taking a sip of wine.

*

"Oh daytime drinking out of Solo Cups. Just like high school." Canary adds with a smirk, taking up her cup once it is filled. She taps her cup to the others and buries her nose into it for a sip. "But you know," Her voice sound like a female Darth Vader's in the cup. "A lot of people consider the people who keep the powerful fed and powerful, to be the true power. I don't mean to give you delusions of grandeur, but don't make short of it." Canary turns back to her cycle with her plate of pizza and sits her ass down on the seat. "Without this pizza and wine I wouldn't have pizza-wine powers tonight in Gotham."

*

Emery just smirks and shoves a few fries into his cheek, shrugging good naturedly at the compliment from Aesh and he snorts softly at Canary. "Only it isn't to gain the courage to sneak off for a post-tea snog…" He wiggles his eyebrows and sips from his cup. Then Canary's further commentary makes him look down for a moment before he just snorts softly and nods slowly. "Mebbe. Well tink of me kindness when ye are kicking arse tonight back in Gotham….I certainly will be tinking of ye. Even if its not in the same context." Comes the cheeks retort before he drains the bourbon from his cup and refills. It is like Dr Pepper for him.

*

Canary slides back off of her motorcycle, teeth clamped to the SOLO cup to keep it in place. Pizza held aloft, she gives Emery a 'behave' look while she sets her pizza down and shrugs her jacket back on. "Oh, I'll think of your kindness, indeed, Papsworth." Canary grins as she tips back her cup to down the wine. She holds up a finger, taking a bite of the pizza. "And on that note, I'm going to leave you with the world's worst conflicting imagery for you to think on."

The SOLO cup is set down beside his food on the back of the Charger.

As is the white paper plate.

With half of a slice of pizza, Canary turns to saunter her half-moon coverage backside, clad in fishnet, towards her motorcycle. The pizza is stuffed into her mouth amidst nom-nom noises as she curls her back, stretching catlike, to playfully crawl onto her motorcycle with half a slice of pizza jammed into her teeth.

"MrrrffffffBeSefff" Canary waves her fingers to Emery and throws him the keys to his car. "MemiffinYou, Emmmrffhy."

VROOOOOOOOOOOMM-SQUEEEAAL

Black Canary roars out with a deafening engine out of the parking garage.

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