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And— his brain has stopped working right.
Dick stared up at the— admittedly, pretty girl who was holding him by the shoulders, in shock. In an entirely unexpected move, she'd grabbed ahold of him and kissed him.
What on earth is going on?
For probably the first time... ever, he's drawing a blank. Shocked speechless. It might have something to do with the impossibly green eyes and flaming hair. The gleaming golden skin and the pink lips.
He blanched and hoped his mouth was still closed.
She was speaking to him.
"—not wish to be destroyed, you shall not follow me!"
With that, she shoved him away, and he was uncharacteristically clumsy when he stumbled over the remaining rubble around them.
With that, she flew off, quick as a flash, —pun intended— as he stared after her from his spot on the ground.
"Dude, are you good?" Wally was in front of him in an instant, extending a hand.
"Uh—" It took another moment for him to reboot his brain, and he stared dumbly up at his friend for a second. "Yeah, yeah, I'm good, man. Thanks." He took the offered hand and, as usual, was pulled to his feet dizzyingly fast.
"Is everyone okay?" He turned around to address his teammates behind him, hoping that his face wasn't bright red. They had definitely seen that. Luckily his post-battle routine kicked in without him having to think about it too hard.
Donna, Gar, and Wally all nodded. Cyborg and Raven were on the other side of the city, following one of their own leads. They'd been rather secretive, but Dick trusted them to ask for help if they needed it. Dick honestly hadn't seen Garth all day, and Roy was with Green Arrow on a mission for the immediate future.
"All good, Boy Wonder." Donna had a small teasing smile pulling at her lips, but her eyes betrayed her concern. "You?"
He managed his usual smile. "Yep. KF, were there any civilians hurt?" Dick turned to Wally, who was probably tired of being on civilian duty.
"I mean, two guys threw up when I moved them out of the way of that bus, but that was more about my insane speed." Wally gave a blasé shrug. "Other than that we're in the all-clear."
Desperately wanting to move on from this whole situation, Dick spoke, maybe a bit too quickly. "Well, Your Speediness, could I interest you in a 'job well done' pizza? Or ten. I'm starving."
Wally grinned at him. "Always."
"Count me in!" Gar pumped a fist in the air, and they all turned to Donna expectantly.
"You boys have fun, but Aqualad said he'd cook an Atlantian dish for me tonight. Maybe try Cyborg." Donna floated off the ground and sent Dick another look before she flew off, not unlike the alien girl from a few minutes ago. "See ya later, guys!" She called over her shoulder.
Dick gave her a small wave as she left, as Wally and Gar started talking about the aforementioned pizza.
"What? Meat lovers is the only way to go!"
"You do know how sausage is made, right? They just put the whole thing through a grinder—!"
"Dude! You are not ruining sausage for me right now! La la la la— Not listening!" Wally had his hands over his ears. "'Wing, tell him you like meat lovers too!"
Dick's lips quirked up. "I like pineapple." He said with a smirk, just to stir the pot a bit. Pineapple was just okay, but Wally and Gar's scandalized faces were worth it.
"Was it all a lie? When I shared my pizza with you last time?" Wally cried dramatically, and far too loudly. Now that buses weren't being thrown through the air, people were starting to come out on the street again.
"Why don't we actually go order some before we break out the dramatics?" Dick clapped a hand on Wally's back and turned them toward Titans Tower.
"Thank you for choosing Kid Flash Transportation," Wally recited as he squatted down for a piggyback ride. "Please keep all arms, legs, and personal belongings secure at all times."
"There's gotta be a better way to do this." Dick sighed as he climbed on.
"Cradle?"
"I said a better way." Dick rolled his eyes and Gar transformed into an eagle beside them.
"Race ya!" Gar cried before taking off.
"He always has so much confidence. I honestly don't know where it comes from." Wally says, shaking his head, as they watch Beast Boy soar away towards the tower. Dick grinned and wrapped his arms around Wally's shoulders. "You seriously good, though? That was a little bit crazy back there."
"Yeah— I don't know who she's running from... but I want to help her." Dick felt like he could practically hear Wally's thoughts, and he genuinely started blushing a bit. "Maybe after pizza and a nap, I can see if we can find her again. At least before they do."
"Emphasis on the 'we'?"
"Shut up and start running or Beast Boy'll actually beat you."
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By the time the pizzas arrived, Dick was able to grab his and sneak back to his room. Wally saw him go, but he probably knew Dick the best, except for Donna, and respected his space.
Quite a foreign concept after having lived with Bruce for nearly a decade. It was nice.
Dick went to his computer and pulled up some of the Jump City CCTV feeds to see if he could see where the girl from earlier had gone. He was careful not to get any pizza grease on the electronics, and folded his slice over itself to eat it.
It didn't take too long to find the fight. You couldn't see all that much from this particular stationary alley camera, but it did manage to capture the kiss.
Dick... doesn't know how to feel about it. This kind of thing wasn't really that unusual for him, but usually that was just flirting.
As well, she was clearly alien. Obviously. He couldn't necessarily assume that she knew earth etiquette.
What truly concerned him was the high-tech handcuffs she was trying to get out of. For two reasons.
First, that she was potentially dangerous, a criminal even. Second, that whoever lost her were coming here to get her. And who knew how much damage they could or would do.
Interestingly, it seemed that the sensors he'd placed around the city picked up an energy spike that coincided with the times she used her powers. She'd left a faint trail on his maps that marked her flight path.
He closed the tab with a sigh. That was a job for later. It wasn't just vehicles getting thrown around today, and he'd gotten knocked around a lot.
Dick peeled his suit away enough to get some bruise cream on his stomach. A lightpole had hit him when the alien girl was ripping them out of the ground and throwing them. Thankfully nothing broken.
He wrapped a few scrapes, and, satisfied he wouldn't get chastised for the level of care, threw on some sweatpants and hopped in bed.
Ten minutes of trying to sleep later he huffed and glared at the ceiling. The moment had only lasted around five seconds, but her face and those eyes were permanently in his brain.
He was so tired. Dick wanted to sleep. And yet.
He reached over to his bedside table and felt around in the drawer. He popped open the lid to his emergency melatonin took two.
The melatonin finally kicked in. Thirty. Minutes. Later. And Dick fell into a restless sleep, anticipating what would happen later.