The pressure from her father's side didn't end. He demanded honest answers. Seeing that, the New Titans' leader pinned her sight to the ground and got up from the bench. She said she wants to go home, but Robin suggested talking about it at the cafe as that was their original destination and he still wanted her to have a piece of her favorite dessert. The girl sighed, but agreed. They had the time to calm down after this unusual situation and look at it from a distance as they were walking together, but the man's worries didn't disappear. The cafe they were heading towards was their favourite place. They've been visiting it often before Robin's death. Myth insisted on going there because, in her opinion, this particular cafe had the best brownie in the world. It was an exaggerated and silly review from an excited child, but it was still enough of a reason to keep coming back in the future.
Soon enough, the masked man met a cool guy, who was working at that cafe as a waiter. He called himself Robin's biggest fan, but quickly turned out to be a simply nice man, most likely his age, with shorter, standing fair blonde hair, yellow-ish green eyes and a beauty mark on his left temple. He treated Michelle well and would always insist on taking orders from the superheros' table just to say "hi" to them and pat Myth's head affectionately. The leader liked to chat with him and even though he shouldn't, the waiter would often sit together with them by the table for as long as they were there during his shift with breaks to bring food to other customers. When Robin was dead, Michelle never showed up at that cafea again and never shared that spot with anyone else, since she considered it a place where she would only hang out with her father.
Now that it's all back to normal, somewhat, they could enjoy being there together once again. The cafe had comfortable dark coffee brown couches, wooden chairs and tables, white canvases hanging on the cosy light brown walls and lamps on the ceiling, which lightened up the whole building perfectly with their white light. At night
the lights turned yellow to make the interior even more accessible and relaxing to the visitors. The tables were always clean and had a menu card laying on them, ready to serve whoever was coming next. The two superheroes travelled to their favorite seat. Michelle always loved the huge glass wall with which she could entertain herself by observing the outside. It reminded her of the Teen Titans' Tower so whenever they appeared there, they would always try to occupy this area, if possible. They had the luck to do so this time, as well.Robin looked around to see if his friend is there today. Sometimes he would take days off, so he wouldn't be surprised if that was the case, but then their sights met as the guy was leaving the kitchen. A wide smile appeared on his face as he approached them and immediately shaked hands with the leader vigorously.
- Robin!
- Barry! How's it going? - the masked man smiled brightly.
- Oh man, I have some things to tell you about! - he admitted. - Hi, Myth! What would you like to order? The usual? - he smiled.
- The usual - said the girl, unamused by their interaction.
- Of course. You came here at a right time, because there's a discount on brownies this weekend. I'll be right back - he promised and left the table for a moment to tell the chef what they have ordered.
Michelle didn't react on it much. She was way younger than Barry, so she strictly considered him "her father's friend" till this day. She also didn't expect him to care for her existence anyway so she turned her face away to stare at people talking to each other, having fun and enjoying their lives behind the glass wall. She tried to ignore the eyes behind her. He came back very quickly and sat down with them.
- Okay, so... How's your recovery going? You don't look too well. Apologies if it's offensive, I don't mean it like that - Barry defended instantly, hoping not to worsen her already bad state.
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Fanfiction❗A canon story for my universe❗ As the title says, it's like therapy for me to write stories of that sort. Dark and messed up but it truly helps. DISCLAIMER: I do NOT encourage ANYONE to take drugs (cigarettes and alcohol included). I don't smoke m...