What to Expect when you're Expecting

April 17, 2019:

Billy and Lena catch up to have a nice chat, and talk about Alien child-rearing.

Dirty Little Secret Bar

Characters

NPCs: None.

Mentions: Lar Gand

Plot:

Mood Music: [*\# None.]


Fade In…

TXT: Russo. You got some free time?

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TXT: I can make some free time. What do you need?

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TXT: We need to talk about some things. Also, don't go to your place near Queens. Trust me. Say where.

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TXT: Did you burn it? Got to have something ready for a statement. Need to get my people on it. Do you know the bar Dirty Little Secret?

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TXT: I didn't burn it. Just broke something. Ill take pictures. Yeah, I'll be there.

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The bar is like many that have popped up in the last few years, a higher class bar that is still priced to be accessible to the middle class even if it is seen as a bit of a treat. A hipster bar, not that the owners or anyone that goes there would really like to call it that. The bar itself is actually quiet nice with a nice dark wood bar complete with stylish barstools, the walls are half wooden before they fade to a rich forest green. A series of boothes line the far wall a series of small but thick wooden tables and chairs dominating the center. Even the odd knick nacks on the walls are stylish and aged to give the bar some old style class.

Billy is sitting in one of the boothes a tall glass of beer infront of him. For once he is not wearing a suit instead sporting a deep rich black sweater and slacks. He raises slightly as Lena enters and indicates towards the boothe. "We are here for a casual lunch date, just so you know."

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"Of course, baby." Lena murmurs, pressing her dark lips against his cheek before taking her seat. She was dressed enough, leather jacket and boots with tights, skirt, and a fitted sweater. Blacks and blues with hints of violet-silver. She smiles to a looming waitress, placing her own drink order and waiting for them to leave before looking across to Billy. Silent, studying, she reaches her hand out and touches the side of his glass, leaving a trail through its sweat. "How're you doing?"

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As the waitress moves away Billy speaks slightly louder than normal, but not enough to raise any eyebrows. "I ordered us a few appetizers, I wasn't sure how long either of us could manage to steal away from work today." He reaches out towards his glass running his thumb across her knuckles as she works her way through the sweat on the side of his beer. "You look beautiful today by the way, absolutely stunning." He gives her a smile that glows like the sun before he leans back further into his side of the booth.

He takes a deep breath before speaking, his voice lowering when he does. "I am doing alright. Still processing everything. Hell my head is still piecing all of it back together and trying to put it all in the right order. Everything was so vivid and real. Hell of a thing being able to turn someones own head against them. How do you fight against that?"

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Giggling, she waves off his compliments, her cheeks burning hot. In a slip she moves, resting by his side instead of across from him. Hugging around his arm she rests her head atop his shoulder. "Bullets." She answers smoothly. "I, well, you handled it. I don't like it either, but I wanted to check up on you." Thinning her lips, she licks them as they plump out naturally.

"Maybe I can find us something that helps protect our brains from…well, that. I'm sure someone's worked on something like that. Surely." A brilliant smile once her drink arrives, she gives thanks and sits up to sip from the amber fluid in a stout glass. Somber, instantly, she eyes Billy side-long.

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"Yeah, maybe. But I bet whatever it is they have been working on to protect people from that sort of things looks stupid, has glowing LED lights all over it and would mess up my hair." He shakes his head with a more gentle smile "Guess I will just have to keep risking it." He wraps his arm around her loosely his thumb running up and down along her tricep. His other hand reaching out to lift his beer to his lips, he takes a small sip before licking a few small flecks of foam from his lips. "You been able to track down that things I told you about, the thing from Stark Industries. Would do great things for my company if I could work out a deal with Stark for some of his tech."

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"There's a few offices around, a few labs, some unlisted I'm sure. If I can get into his pent again, I can dig about. Problem is…I'm not a hacker. Locks, sure. Extensive code? That's a new playbook for me. However, maybe I can find some hospitals using the prototypes and take one for your boy." Smiling, timidly, she sips and moves her free hand over, resting it atop his thigh. "We'll find it and we'll get it."

Clearing her throat, she moves her phone out and shows him a few pictures. There is the door to his pent's balcony, a pair of lines having ripped through it in some type of explosive burst. "I, ah…You've heard of Superman, right? Blue jumpsuit, red cape, Metropolis?"

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"I need it Lena, I need it soon. Anderson, well…" He clears his throat and stares down into the amber depths of his beer, his hand idly twisting around the glass "…he isn't dealing with it well Lena. Trained his whole life to be the man he is. Always been the head of his pack, and now well…None of the boys are taking it well either. They don't know what to say, what to do. They try, but. They just don't know."

He clears his throat again and wrenches his eyes away from his glass, blinking a couple of times before levelling his eyes at her steadily. "Uh, yeah. He is sort of hard to miss. On the front of jus about every paper, every halloween I nearly run over at least a couple." He stares at the pictures for a moment. "Definitely going to have to burn that safehouse. But it isn't as bad as I feared. As long as I pay damages I think I can get away pretty clean."

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"I'll find it. I promise. I'll find something we can use." She offers, head back down and brow to his shoulder, kissing at his bicep.

"You know that guy I've been working with on the side? Zoom? He's getting us a job to do, but that's not the point right now. The other night, something crashed along the 95. What was in it was a young man. He can do what Supes can do. Thing is, he just can't control it yet." Swallowing, she sighs. "We were on the run and ended up at your place. That was an accident, I promise. The only one he had there."

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Billy raises an eyebrow "Another super man, one that you know. One that trashed my penthouse?" He shakes his head with a shakey laugh "World is getting awful full at the moment isn't it?" He takes another sip of his beer, draining the glass to half empty. "Can I meet him? I could give him a job, pay him damn well for it. Do you know how much people would pay to have someone like him as a bodyguard? Or on a war front. I could make him an extremely wealthy man."

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"I'm not sure why he's here yet. He doesn't know, either. I'm…not sure if money matters yet, either. He doesn't exaclty speak English. We're trying, though. Zoom had a way of speaking with him but I don't know if it would work for me, or what it was made from. Thought about stealing something like it but I'm not sure where to start." Nodding, she slips her phone away. "I'll ask him. I'm sure he'd meet with you. He's…sweet. Lost. I guess I'm soft around strays like us, Billy." Finishing off her own drink, she sets the glass down and away, licking away anything like behind.

"If you're ok with it, I'd like to sleep with you tonight." Blinking, she sits back slightly. "Or is that too dangerous now?"

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"Well until he is I can give him a place to stay, somewhere he can figure himself out without too much risk. I can provide enough money to ensure he is clothed properly and well fed. I can even provide tutors to help him aquire the ability to properly speak and understand english. I will just consider it an investment in his future, even if it is not with me I am sure it will be a future worth watching." He shakes his head with a small smile. "I would still like to meet him, how often do you see one of them when they are so…human."

Billy blinks a couple of times, clearly a little shocked. Considering how hard he is to shake usually that says something. "You don't have a Superboy to look after?" He chuckles lightly under his breath "It isn't dangerous, at least not too much more than us meeting like this. I am a mildly known public figure, if we are going to be seen we are going to be seen. Just…don't wear any costumes. Let me keep some deniability."

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"I think meeting him first is the best idea. You…already sound like you adobted him from an orphanage." She smirks, giving his cheek a gentle pinch before rubbing at the lobe of his ear. "I'm not sure, actually. When I woke up, he was gone this morning. Hopefully he knows when to come back, or how." Shrugging, she sighs, a bit of worry showing on her features. "I don't want him getting hurt, but how do you stop a boy like that from going anywhere, right?"

Nodding, she swallows again. "Sure. Sure. Just, yeah…I guess what happened to us still rattles me."

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"Yeah well I guess I have a little bit of a soft spot for lost souls as well." He clears his throat "Not all the work I do with Anvil is about making money, I put a lot back into the community for the veterans. Have outreach, support for those that have been let down by the VA." He shakes his head "Anderson used to say I was the best bad man he had ever met. Guess in the end we all have our demons and hangups."

"Security blanket huh? Well can't say that I wouldn't mind the company either. So sure why the hell not."

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"You don't have to sell yourself to me, Billy. I know what you do already. You are good…it's scary." She murmurs, reaching up and gently brushing back his hair. "I'll try to explain things to him next time I see him. He might take it, he might not. I have research to do on his kind, I think." A smirk, "Maybe this time he won't ravage the space around him with his eyes." She looks at her hand, bruised as it was, and works her fingers. "Keep him good." She decides, looking up to Billy. "Something we're not."

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"Yeah well I guess you know more about me than most by now, have seen me enough I guess. Heard me on the phone or seen me on the TV." He shakes his head "My people think I should fund a Netflix documentary on the treatment of veterans by the government. There is always something more to do, huh? Wouldn't be a bad idea, if anyone would listen I guess." He finishes off his beer with a last final couple of gulps his pronounced adams apple pumping up and down. "All I can do is try with this kid, at least with us he will have a shot of knowing how the world really works. Stop him from stomping on the little guy." He nods his head "Don't worry Lena, don't plan on having him join the team. Just plan on giving him the chance to make a difference. A real difference. "

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