DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUUUNNNN!!!
Mother fucking Doom Patrol on the case! Not really Doom Patrol but they're like Doom Patrol.
You... are a lawyer. A lawyer for superheroes specifically. You handled a few Nightwing cases and some Suicide Squad ones too...
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YOU GRINNED AT THEM ALL holding drinks and some cocktail glasses because you were in the mood to see some smiles. After you'd seen everyone, you believed something was in order to break the ice.
You'd brought a bottle of apple vodka Smirnoff and some grapes to go with it. Although Robotman couldn't eat or drink, you still brought it all. He would pretend like he was having fun anyways.
The group all looked at you in silence though, "Why do you have a bottle of vodka with you? We don't party. We sit down and wait for Niles to get back." glanced Rita, the fallen star.
You continued to smile and placed the bottle that was treated like a baby, back on the table.. "You guys shouldn't get drunk but that's none of my business."
"Fuck yeah! I just can't drink... frankly I'd like to get fucked up again but that's not a choice." Robotman glances at the bottle and you could see he confused look even though he didn't have a proper face to form emotions.
You picked the bottle back up and held it closely to you, "Well then... I guess I'll just keep this to myself. I'll bring juice for you guys next time. Well, I can actually order that right now. Would you guys like some shopping?"
"What's wrong with some fuckin' tiny triangles?" Robotman asked,
Your eyes rolled over to his direction like a rock over the peak of the mountain, "So, you guys don't have gourmet meals for how many of you there are? I'm surprised."
"Well we do actually... every night there are leftovers but there aren't any tonight so instead I'll start cooking something because food doesn't cook itself." Larry laughed and started to rise from his comfortable position so that he could get something going.
You rose from your chair with your glass of Smirnoff and walked off with Larry into the kitchen and winked at everyone in the living room, "Does she know she's going after a man about a hundred years old?"
Cyborg sighed and Rita gave her a stare look which indicated to let you do what you wanted. Some things, you needed to figure out on your own. This was one of them. Heaven knew that you already knew.
You swirled around your drink and watched attentively as Larry started to take everything out to cook, "I like your outfit a lot Vera. We're not used to a lot of people coming here but when they do, it's a bit strange. I have a nice vibe around you."
The fridge was massive, the pots were massive and everything was just massive. There were four of them but this was just too much.
"Thank you Larry. I'm always dressed for work but I have brought comfy clothes with me too in case I'm doing anything strange. By strange, I mean work related." While being overjoyed that he liked you, your nostrils started to flare at the intense smell of meats.
