Victor Stone had resigned himself to the fact that he was completely alone in the world. He had comrades, but they were completely organic. He had people he'd consider calling 'friend', but they were organic as well. They had secret identities. They...
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The Watchtower was often left uninhabited. There were so many problems to solve, and real lives to juggle, that the only people that permanently resided there were limited to Victor, Red Tornado, Martian Manhunter, and Harper. It seemed, at first, as if luring Cyborg out would be a fairly easy process...but luck was swiftly pitted against her. On this particular day the orbital structure was filled with Metahumans, and so any attempt to fake an attack near Amnesty Bay would be pointless. Victor would just send someone else, and Harper couldn't risk that potential threat to the security of her mission.
So, instead, she opted for continuing her work on Val. She had almost restructured the skeletal frame, and was hoping to have it done by the end of the day. Unfortunately, distractions were easily found when the Watchtower was so full of people.
"Omg! It's the robot girl!" A voice akin to nails on a chalkboard yelled from the Hangar entrance.
Harper didn't need to look over to know who was there, but she did so anyway with a somewhat fake smile crawling onto her lips. "Good to see you again, Beast Boy."
The green Metahuman morphed immediately into an eagle, and flew towards one of Harper's bigger suits known as 'Atlas'. He perched himself on its shoulder, then switched back again with a massive grin stuck to his face. "Can I ride it? Pretty pleeeeeease?"
"Leave her alone, Garfield." Victor's voice pierced through the air in response. He was leaning against the far wall, but Harper hadn't noticed that he was there. It made her wonder how she hadn't heard his large, metallic footsteps.
"Aww you're never any fun." The young boy whined, a frown quickly replacing his previous excitement. "She doesn't mind, do you?"
Harper rubbed the back of her head sheepishly. "I...suppose not."
"See?!" Garfield yelled so loudly that it vibrated through Atlas' metal exterior. "Not everyone's as grumpy as you are, Cy."
The young boy clasped each leg around the robot suit's shoulder then hung upside down from it; like a monkey with no tail. Victor sighed and moved closer towards Harper. "Do you have to encourage him?"
"I'm not encouraging him, I'm distracting him." Harper explained. "What do you say we go and finish that date? There's a place near Amnesty Bay I wanted to check out."
The only human side of Victor's face seemed to scrunch in confusion at this suggestion. "Why?"
"Uh, maybe because our last one was interrupted by a massive missile?" She laughed light-heartedly, as if she'd completely forgotten her brush with death. "And I still don't know as much about you as I would like to. That was the whole point of the date, right?"
Victor didn't reply for another few moments. He looked like he was in the midst of his own thoughts, and then rather unexpectedly, the ghost of a smile quirked onto his lips. It was barely noticeable, but still there. "I...appreciate the effort, but I'll tell you anything you want to know."
