16979/Friends give friends wiener

Friends give friends wiener
Date of Scene:	21 January 2024
Location:	Weiner Hut
Synopsis:	It's not so hard to be social when there's wieners involved.
Cast of Characters:	Damian Wayne, Kara Danvers

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Damian Wayne has posed:
Mid-Afternoon in Metropolis, and the post lunch rush has pretty much ended at this point, leaving a few diners and mostly the clean-up from the lunch diners. As a couple finishes eating, tossing away their wrappers as they head for the door, a soft jangle of the bell announces a new customer.

Holding the door open for the pair that are departing, Damian offers a small smile and a slight dip of his head to them before he moves to make his way into the diner. Dressed in a black cashmere sweater with a collared shirt beneath, he has a heavier coat over it to protect against the winter cold, with a pair of jeans and comfortable hiking boots.

A couple of stamps of his feet to remove some remnant of snow that had lingered from outside, and he makes his way up to the counter, looking over the menu board. His lips pull into a thin line of though, eyes roaming across the text. "Gotham Weiner?" he asks curiously, mainly to himself. But he's not commited to that idea yet.

Kara Danvers has posed:
It would be an exageration to say Kara lives at Wiener Hut.

But only a small one.

While she does not, in fact, have an official sponsorship, she's here enough that most of the employees know her by name when she comes in. Most of the time that's in costume, today it's not. Somehow the glasses and messy ponytail make her impossible to pick out of a lineup too. Has to be some kind of Kryptonian magic.

Or maybe people just don't expect to see one of the SUPER people wearing regular clothes. Dressed smartly, but definitely comfortable for Metropolis, in a long white wool sweater coat, blouse, blue-jeans, and some fur lined UGG boots because she's a basic white girl, Kara could be just a college student coming in for lunch after classes!

Slipping in with a big ol grin bubbling up into her blue eyes, she slinkity slinks right up behind Damian. Not breath on the neck close, but close. Too close. Socially unacceptably close if it were real world 2024, but it's fine here there was never any Covid.

Damian Wayne has posed:
There's a lot to be said about a girl in glasses.

Not that Damian knows much about that, being the sometimes socially awkward person that he is. And while one may think that he is completly unawared that he has typical college white girl sneaking up on him, he's aware. But she's allowed to get close, almost close enough to smell the light scent of sandal and rosewood that is settled on his skin.

Leaning back a little, not exactly enough to touch, he doesn't move his eyes from the menu, instead, just puts on a slight smirk. It's not a Dick smirk. Noone can do the sexy little flirt smirk like Dick does. It's not even really a poor imitation. "I was looking at the Gotham." he comments, not breaking contact yet. "But I don't know. How's the Metropolis?"

Only now does he turn to face Kara. And that smirk finally shows the first pulls of a smile as he considers her, "Hey, Kara. How's things been with you?" That whole promise he would try to be more social. Not that hasn't come back to kick him in the ass a few times already.

Kara Danvers has posed:
Kara is keenly aware of how observant those dang'on Batlings are. She's known Dick for years, Tim too. They're both unnervingly aware of their surroundings for people who don't have the ability hear a fly fart from across state lines.

Still, it's worth a try, right?

The second he leans back she knows the jig is up. Not that she's upset by being found. She will sneak up on him... oh yes... she will. The game is afoot, Mr. Holmes.

"I like the New Yorker, actually." Her accent is, for lack of experience with it, Swedish. That's always been the cover she'd gone by in her days pretending to be a feeble human weakling. It's actually Kryptonian, however. There are key differences that are better saved for linguistics class, but they're there. "They back it in beer! But the Gotham is also very good. You could get all three, though. Live your truth, Damian."

Damian Wayne has posed:
Come now, dear Kara, Batlings are trained from birth to be aware of all the things all the time. But that doesn't mean that the game is never not afoot. Because there will always be the attempt for him to return the favor sometime.

But she gets a solid B+ for the effort today. The glasses and messy bun. It's totally an awesome disguise. To someone that doesn't know who she is without them on.

Damian has picked up bits and pieces of Kryptonain here and there. Usually from Jon, who is passing it down from Clark, so it has it's faults, but he knows it well enough to get why there's an accent from one who actually spoke Kryptonian in her youth before coming to Earth and going from weakling Kryptonian to sun-goddess Kryptonian on Earth.

"How about this?" Damian suggests. "I'll order one of each and we can sample them all?" He's already fishing his wallet from his back pocket to pull out his Black card to pay for the meal, since it was his suggestion. "One of each dog and two drinks, please?" comes the question to the cashier.

Kara Danvers has posed:
Incert evil laugh here.

Kara has no phear. Even with the unspoken promise of a potential game of cat and mouse on the table. Over confidence has never been one of her weaknesses, of course. She fully expects Batman could tap her on the shoulder without her ever seeing him coming, even if she expecting him to be coming... but there's a thrill to it all!

As she reaches up to adjust her glasses, as if she actually needs them. Are there even lenses in them? Would it do anything if there were? Like what if she wore corrective glasses would it affect her vision? Or would she laugh off mortal means of physics and anatomy with her superior genetics?!

"I like this idea. I am very fond of wieners. While I have no real need to eat but once a month, I certainly do enjoy the flavors in my mouth." A big cheesy grin, first to Damian and then to the cashier. "Yes, two drinks and many of your finest wieners, please and thank you!"

Damian Wayne has posed:
"I guess I should ask before I order them, are you okay with vegan dogs?" If she is, he'll place an order for his own, since well, vegeterian.

As the cashier gets two cups and the small number tent that marks what order number is their, Damian hands over the card to ring up the transaction. He'll put it on the Titans account soon enough, after all, lunch with a fellow Titan is totally a business expense.

And it is while he is doing this that Damian finally notices it. Among all the advertisements from the weiners that are available, the Metropolis weiner has a /noticable/ spokesperson. "I see." he says as he looks from poster to Kara and back to poster. "Well, she is very influential." He comments dryly. "But I really can't say much, what with the whole Batburger thing."

The next stop will be the drink machine, so he can get some ice water and then to claim a table that looks like it's been bussed recently and at least wiped down with a wet rag. "So what have you been up to? Haven't seen you around the Tower recently."

Kara Danvers has posed:
"I do not have anything against plant based meat substitute so long as we can both agree that it is inferior in taste. Alternatively, they are primarily for people who have allergies or think that removing meat products from their diet makes them better people somehow." Kara reasons with a shrug, "I do not have this fault, but I do not judge people who do. So I will eat their substitute, but refuse to agree they taste the same."

Because they don't.

Totally a business expense! "Ah yes! polite chit chat that makes this meeting business related. You are very shrewd, Mr. Wayne." Noticing his glance from poster to herself, she beams a bright smile. "I could pull some strings and have the cook come out to meet us." It's not actually that big a deal to meet a Wiener Hut cook.

So it's up in the air whether she's serious or not.

"Oh, nothing much." Waiting until they've found some place to sit that's away from the front near other costumers and employees. "Considering whether I wish to continue pretending I am human or not. The usual alien stuff."

Damian Wayne has posed:
"It is not a matter of being better or allergies." Damian responds. "I saw first hand how a cow is processed to become food and I lost my appetite for them." Not to mention he rescues one such cow, and it now lives at Wayne Manor in the barn as Batcow. "It's fine, you don't have to eat them if you don't want to, I'll just have my own. You do you, Kara." A small smirk.

And they don't, but Damian has a preference.

As he takes a seat across from her, he grins slightly. "It means I can make sure Donna knows I at least had contact with you so you don't have to worry about that." he points out as he settles in, slipping off his coat to become more comfortable.

"I assume you have given a lot of thought to this." he says thoughtfully. "And my comparison to it would be rather weak compared to you. So, to borrow one of your phrases, would living free of Kara Danvers be living your truth?" he asks curiously.

Kara Danvers has posed:
"I guess. I do not agree with the wide spread capture and imprisonment of cows, but I probably contribute a great deal to the necessity because of my boundless desire for wieners. Is wiener made out of cow? What are your opinions on eating chicken?" Kara likes cooking, but she doesn't always know which animal produces which meat.

"Sorry if I sounded rude, I did not mean to sound rude. I can appreciate the desire to preserve animals. I am more concerned with the effect great numbers of cows held in captivity have on the environment than I am how those cows are processed so long as the whole thing is done humane."

Now seated across from him.

"Twenty thousand cow farts are starting to increase the methane quantity in the air, which is changing the chemical composition of the atmosphere and slowly degrading the ozone." Science... metaphorical jazz hands.

Her grin never faulters, "Did you know plants have, arguably, more nervous receptors than animals? They are just very silent..." Finger to her lips, "But when you pluck a leaf off of a fern, it weeps tears of agony." Besides the point, though, right?

"I have given a great deal of thought to it, yes. I do not have the same social obligation that Kal does. He was not raised on Krypton, he was raised here. It makes sense for him to assume some human identity, if he chose to do so." She doesn't outright betray her cousins identity, of course. That isn't her place. "I do not have that. It feels like a lie, to me. As if I am deceiving humanity for no reason... and has caused me more hardship than good. With the DoD now monitoring my entire life because I 'owe' them. Which I do not."

Damian Wayne has posed:
Damian laughs and shakes his head, "Weiners can be made from beef or pork, so maybe? I didn't really check the menu board for the ingredients. I went straight for the vegan option." Switching over to the conversation about chicken, he looks thoughtful. "Fish. I still eat fish as far as a fatty protein goes." he explains.

"And no, it wasn't rude. It's the type of question a reporter would ask. And it's a matter of preserving the cows - I won't stop someone else from enjoying them. Or from you having a meat weiner. And yes, the humane part is the important part. What I witness was anything but." He shakes that off.

"If we're getting into that, that's about the same amount of gas that certain pop icons give off when they use private 747s to take trips - to be fair, us humans are doing far more to hurt than twenty thousand cow farts, they're just smellier about it."

"Yes, and some people keep pigs as pets. There's a whole TikTok about teacup piglets that grow up to become weiners." comes the response. A shrug of his shoulders. Potatoe, potato.

"You're right, of course. Kal was raised by humans, he is right to want to be human. You grew up with Kryptonians and then came here. Many aliens come here and want to be human, or at least hide among us, or experience what it is to be humans. Which is weird, because it's obvious that you have your own way of doing things. Dance, culture, dating, you probably even have an equivelant to a weiner."

But there's a different issue here, he realizes. "I was raised by assassins. Even if my mother and grandfather were involved, I was never expected to be a Wayne. I was to be an al Ghul. The next Demon's Head." He speaks quietly enough that only Kara can hear him with her exceptional hearing. "I was only presented to Bruce when it was presumed I was a failure at that."

He only pauses when their tray arrives, loaded down with all the various weiners in their theme'd colors. As it's set down between the two, the server offers the pair a grin and a cheerful, "Enjoy!"

He waits for the server to be safely away and out of distance, before he asks. "If you wanted, I'm sure there are ways we could find to sever your DoD ties and shed that yoke off of you. Noone deserves to be under a thumb. Especially one that could just as easily belong to one that would want to use you as a weapon." IE: Waller.

Kara Danvers has posed:
"I do not blame the cows for farting." Kara points out with an amused grin, "I blame humanity for consuming so much meat products that they need twenty thousand-" arguably a whole lot more than twenty thousand, she's being very generous, "-cows to feed them. For deforesting hundreds of acres of land to contain them, which contributes to the overall ill effects on the environment."

This is precisely why people are afraid of AI. As soon as something with advanced intelligence realizes how dangerous Humanity is to the world on which it lives, it could become disenfranchised and seek to destroy them. How different is that with an alien species? Whose only home is Earth? Who could, if she decided, destroy huge portions of the population without really breaking a sweat?

It could be said Luthor has a point.

If she and her cousin didn't continue to prove him wrong at every turn.

"I find Earth customs and cultures very interesting, but I was always very interested in anthropological things. Even on krypton. Since there are so few of us left, I am probably one of the most well versed beings alive on my home culture. My mother, of course, lived there as well... but not everyone who lives on a planet learns the various intricacies of the planets individual customs. They reality is.. there were as many different kinds of Kryptonian as there are humans. Separated by geography.. different customs arose. We had gone beyond such notions as Earth has of individual states, but we had our own differences. I enjoyed those too.."

A grin, if shallow, at his mention of the league of assassins. "You seem to have integrated yourself very well for such an outsider." Smiling up at the waitress, "Thank you!" One wiener is gone shortly after, sucking juices from her fingers. A little mustard on her cheek.

She doesn't speak until she's swallowed, "Human nature. If they cannot understand it, they think they have to control it. I can understand why they think we are a threat... I probably would too if a highly advanced alien race showed up on Krypton with unique and, by their words, God like abilities. In reality, I was never a warrior back home. I was a teenager... and a nerd. I always found that very funny."

Damian Wayne has posed:
She is way underselling the number of cows on Earth, but Damian's fine with letting the analogy lie where it is. Because she has made her point and he's condeded it, and really, that's all there is to it. Mainly because on some of it, they absolutely agree.

And when you make AI, you end up with someting like Ultron. And to be fair, is AI going rogue the exact reason why Brainiac did what he did?

Damn AI. Not just making art with bad hands.

"So you find yourself an explorer on a strange world, unable to find your way home, and must figure out if you want to adapt to the planet of your study or stand above them and tell them to accept you as you really are. It doesn't make you that much different from Diana, to be fair." he points out. "Amazonian, Kryptonian. Both human like, without being human. But at the same time, more than willing to enjoy the things that humanity have to offer, all while offering their opinions and commentary on the thought. It's grand."

As far as his own adaption, Damian gives a grunt, running a hand through his hair. "I have tried to be more... social... with the other Titans." he admits. "But it seems that those I meet are more interested in who I am without my mask than getting to learn to know me. It's a bit maddening to be honest, Kara. For, as you want to remove your mask and be free, it is only when I am in mine do I feel the same." he explains quietly.

"Very few people realize that. My family, of course. Some of the older Titans. Kal, Jon, you... otherwise I do not think I'd be so open in my conversation." he admits with the lift of his weiner to take a bite from it. After chewing and swallowing. "But these are the same people that see a bunch of people dress up in tights and capes to go punch criminals in the face as a threat as well." he offers with a smirk.

"And to be honest? You're still a nerdy teenager. But that's not an insult. It looks nice on you."

Kara Danvers has posed:
AI.

What a bad idea.

Kara turns her palms over in a little shrug and grabs another wiener. Eating this one far slower than the first because there's plenty and she doesn't have to compete for food. "if I adapt to the world I live on, I forget the one I came from. There are so few of us left now, it feels wrong not to be who I actually am. Like I am trying to replace home with a new home." Her expression sours for the first time during the entire conversation.

Even when they were talking about farts.

"I know that one day I will go to New Krypton. When the people I call friends die." It sounds morbid until you remember she'll live well into her thousands as long as she remains near a Sol. "And even there I know that the people of New Krypton are Kandoran Kryptonians. They are as different from me as Europeans are from Asians. Still.. they are my people..." Her smile is soft, not so bubbly, but every bit as genuine. "Nothing is easy."

Which remains true as he speaks of masks and their relevance. "I do not know much about your specific situation and how that must affect.. Growing up as you did. I am sure you have a great deal of trouble adapting, yourself. Robin does not have these troubles. His purpose is very specific... very driven. I can see how that would be easier." She nods to that, "I believe Kal told me Batman is very much the same way, in that regard. I have had precious little conversations with him. He kind of scares me."

The grin widens. Either from her admission or the compliment.

"You are also a nerd." Maybe she doesn't really know what that word means. She very clearly thinks she's saying something complimentary.

Damian Wayne has posed:
"Then why not introduce the world to yours, Kara?"

It's a simple question from Damian. "As you said, you are the anthropolgist that is here now. I know of artifacts from Krypton that are here on Earth. You have members of your family as well. It would be a chance for you to not only give humanity a taste of Krypton, but allow you to get a feel of a response if you decide to introduce the world to Kara Zor-El and place Kara Danvers into her rest." he suggests.

"I have yet to visit New Krypton. I'm not sure if I ever will unless there is some danger that requires my presence. But it is the new home for your people. I am in no hurry to see you leave though, so I am glad that you'll at least wait for me to be dead and gone." A wink at her before taking another bite.

Once it's gone, he continues. "Nothing is easy. Especially when it comes to adapting. Relationships are extremely hard. That's probably just me though." A smirk, amused at himself. Robin gives me a purpose. Something I could use all that training from my youth for. What I can't do with Damian. I can act the part. I can be my Father's son. I can host the occassional party, throw the seldom event." That smirk becomes a bit of a frown in thought. "Because he is my father does not mean I do not have moments of my own concern." he admits.

Then he barks a laugh at Kara's countercompliment. "What, have you noticed?" comes the curious question as he leans back to sip from the water he got earlier.

Kara Danvers has posed:
"That is not a bad idea." Kara admits with a little nod, "We do not have many artifacts that remain, but perhaps I could have some transported here from New Krypton." Obviously she'd have to speak with her mother first. "Either way, I could show people some of the customs from my home. I would cook the food, but that is impossible without certain ingrediants that no longer exist." Speaking of it that way is painful for her. Obviously painful. It may have been well over 30 years for everyone else, but to her it was only 4. She was in suspended animation for most of that time.

Another hotdog gone and she's wiping her mouth after taking a drink.

"Relationships are hard." That's not difficult to admit. "Most of the time I am so concerned with accidentally hurting someone that I end up treating them like they are made from glass. Holding hands becomes problematic when I can crush bones like a paper cup.. It requires a great deal of concentration. Which I am only now starting to have at muscle memory level." That's a really deep rabbit hole, so she cuts it off with a shrug and a grin.

"I would come to an event, if you hosted one. I do not like Gotham, too moody, but I believe that would be enjoyable." Nodding even before she's finished one point and moving onto the next. "Yes, I noticed." And to prove her point, "Did you name your cow?"

Damian Wayne has posed:
"I am sure that any museum would trip over itself to host an invite created by you, Kara." Damian admits. "And if not, my father is on enough boards, he could pull the strings you need. You're a friend, after all. And what good is influence if you do not use it to help friends?" He considers the comment on the lost food. "I assume that these are food that likely have no equivelant here?" And of course, Brainiac wouldn't have any type of seed bank or such they could have drawn off of.

"If you want to make it happen, happy to help." He lets it sit there with that, as the direction of the conversation changes. "The relationships that have been offered as of late have been more... social. I am not a social person. I am rather private and an introvert. And I do not want to just share who I am with any potential interest. So. Someone approaches me that does not know that Damian is Robin or vice-versa, and they want to know both. And I have to explain again that means you probably learn everyone else and that's not my secret to share. I just want someone I can go enjoy a movie or meal every once and a while. Doesn't expect my attention every day, can respect what I do and may already know both parts of me." Rabbit holes all over the place.

"I did my one big event for the year, you missed it." Damian teases with a grin. "Big old 1940s dance on the Intrepid for Veteran's Awareness. Had Steve and Bucky and Diana there. Lots of dancing. Wish you could have made it, would have totally asked for a dance."

And then, the last question prompts him to pull out his phone. He unlocks it and swipes until he comes across a picture of a white cow with a light brown 'Bat' mark on his face and over his eyes. "Batcow." So original.

Kara Danvers has posed:
"Maybe. I am not asking him though." Because he scares her. Not in the same way he scares criminals in Gotham, but in the way Batman scares every other living person on earth and some from other planets, even if those people can throw continents at other continents. It's a wise sort of fear. "It would be very cool beans though." Definitely misused that. But at least she's trying.

"Most of my relationships have been awkward. The most stable is the one I am most recently in, though I do not know if she is even still around." Her lips press into a fine line, then quirk into a frown. "That happens a lot to me, but perhaps one day I will find the person who is best suited. Like you will, I am sure." From frown to grin almost instantly.

"I like disney movies." As if that's important. "And swallowing wieners."

As for the event, she tilts her head. "Oh, that sounds delightful. I am sorry I missed it. I would have danced with you, in all the splended awkwardness of someone who does not know how to dance. I am pretty good at doing the cabbage patch." Even doing so right there in her seat, because of course she does.

Until the phone is presented and the name provided. "Hah! Will you train it to fight criminals? Krypto can fight criminals. That is my dog." Because apparently there were dogs on Krypton, but no cows.

Damian Wayne has posed:
At least she's not wasting the effort on someone that should understand the reference. "I'll introduce you to Bruce sometime." Not that it's going to change anything. But at least it was an offer. As she talks about her relationships, he considers his.

"The last one I had was good. But she had to go after her sister, who was in trouble. She did not know how long she would be gone and did not want me to pursue her, so suggested we end things. It was for the best." A shrug of his shoulders as he takes another drink. "I hope she returns to you, or at least allows you closure so you can move on if you choose."

"The dance was interesting. People had fun, I think. And there was no alien attack or the like. And it is fine. I learned how to dance a few dances from YouTube." Though her doing the cabbage patch in her seat makes him chuckle as he accepts the phone back. "Is that your way of saying you need to use the facilities?"

"You have a dog?" he asks, curiousity piqued. "I have one as well. Titus. And a cat. Alfred." he explains, "They do not fight crime. However, I do also have a Batdragon. His name is Goliath and he goes on missions with me sometimes."

"What would you think my favorite Disney movie would be?" he asks. "It is not the one about the son that avenges the death of his father by his uncle, for what it's worth."

Kara Danvers has posed:
"Okay, that would be swell." Meeting Bruce. Kara's not certain that's true, but she says it because that's the polite thing to say. She means it though, she will meet him if introductions are made for her. Perhaps even ask if he'll pull some strings for her to curate at one of the many museums where he's on the board.

"The nature of who we are does not make these things very easy and that is before you add in the realities of dating that everyone else has to deal with as well. I hope she is okay." The woman she mentioned, "And in the best possible world, that is the best I could really hope for. If she returns, that will make me happy. If she does not, I will be happy, just knowing, she is okay."

Because Kara is pragmatic, sometimes.

She did lose her entire planet, however. So loss isn't something foreign to her.

"Hah, no, it is called the cabbage patch. They did it excessively during the 90s in most movies and sitcoms because it is very simple and requires little to no rhythm." That she proports to lack herself. Even if her grin suggests otherwise.

"I have never seen a dragon. Is it like a lizard that you call a dragon or it is the ones from myth that are very big and sit on gold and sound like Benidict Cucumber... Cumberbun.." Brow furrows..

Nope, can't remember how to spell it.

"Oh, that is very easy. Mulan."

Damian Wayne has posed:
"I'll talk to him, we'll set something up. And make sure he knows I'm not bringing home a potential romantic interest." Damian rolls his eyes slightly at that. Unlike when Talia or Selina is hanging around the house.

"It's the best we can do for our former interest, hope to remain friends and that things are well for them." He can agree with her sentiment on that, as he finishes off the dog he had started earlier. And then he wipes his face before glancing up at her.

"Oh!" he just realized. "You have a little mustard..." he taps the corner of his mouth before his cheek to show her exactly where the leftover condiment is at.

"Cabbage patch. I see. I'll have to look that up sometime to see how it is done." And he most likely will and probably send Kara a video of him trying it as long as she swears to never show it to anyone else. Ever. SWEAR. Not like Swear to Zod. But still.

"I don't have any pictures of him on my phone, Goliath that is. If you come out to the house to meet Bruce, I'll introduce you to Goliath after. We'll make a day of it. And no, he is half bat, half dragon. Like a hybridization."

At the mention of Mulan, he arches a brow. "I do not think I have seen that one yet. Most people told me it was Lion King, enough that I finally watched it. Simba was a slacker that evaded responsibility every chance he got and was finally forced into a battle he should have easily lost and only won because of dumb luck. That is not me."

Kara Danvers has posed:
The mention of romantic interest has Kara tilting her head. "Is that something he would think if you brought me home? Are you notorious for this, Damian?" She's teasing him, of course, but it's not a merciless thing. Blue eyes squinting curiously for a second, then flicking off towards a napkin when he mentions the mustard on her face.

"Oh jeez." Wiping at it rapidly, in the exact same spot he touched as if she were looking in a mirror. Somehow she's now got ketchup on her nose, as well as mustard on her cheek. "Did I get it?" It's hard for her not to grin a little wider, cheeks twitching as she tries to keep it contained.

"I do not know how to use cellular phones very well. Every time explain why, people think I am being insulting. I am just use to very advanced communication technology.." Fishing her cellphone out of her pocket to lay it on the table, "Half of the time I do not even manage to get it unlocked... but I will try if you wish to do text messaging back and forth when we are not hanging out."

Another flickering little grin.

"That is one way to look at it." She admits with a nod, "Another is that he saw his father as much stronger than himself and feared that without him he would never learn to be the King he was always meant to be. So he ran, out of fear, and found strength in the people who welcomed him as family despite their obvious differences. Then overcame insurmountable odds against his uncle due to exploiting his over confidence... I still not believe this accurately suits you, though. Either Mulan or Cinderella." One, difinitively, nod.

Damian Wayne has posed:
"No. But father likes to tease me as such. I have only have one over. And that was when she came over early one morning for pancakes and he assumed she'd spent the night." A roll of Damian's eyes. "But we can totally tell him we are dating to see how he reacts." he gives her a playful smirk, just as she goes for the napkin and somehow, it must be Kryptonian magic, she makes it worse. "Okay, so." He turns on the camera mode on his phone, holds it up to her where she can see her face. And the condiment spots. Because he's not so crass as to try to clean it himself.

"I'm suprised Kal hasn't created a phone that would be suitable. Or one of the other Kryptonians. Surely one could?" he asks curiously. "But I would not mind the chance to speak with you more often." he admits.

And then she's switching the script on the movie, and he frowns a little. Not a bad frown, he just looks thoughtful. "I will give it a rewatch through your eyes and see if that pans out." comes his response.

Cinderella? Really?

Kara Danvers has posed:
"That would be very good fun. So long as he does not attempt to put me in one of his cages in the basement." Kara has been listening to way to many myths about Batman, clearly. That or she's playing.. but where she's serious and not serious is ever changing. She always grins, which only confuses the issue further.

Rather than shy away from the camera, her grin becomes a vibrant smile. Cheeks dimple, eyes flash bright, and two fingers come up in a peace sign. That same hand extends out, "I will put my number in your phone and now you have a photo for the contact. I understand this is very popular amongst humans our age."

Neither of them being very well versed in what humans their age do.

Except the Titans.... and let's be honest, them are some weird birds.

With video proof, however, she finally cleans her face with the napkin and tosses it down on the tray. "Mom says I should make one, but I find Earth technology very rudamentary... but also very interesting. I found a Video cassette tape. it is a small box with film inside that contains information! So quaint. Adorable really... I have many of them."

Head tilting, she nods. "I can watch it with you. With popcorn. So I can point out the inconsistencies in your interpretation of events." A beat pause, perhaps something in his eyes, "Yes, Cinderella."

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"Oh no, the cages are for his girlfriends." Damian explains with a straight face. "That's why there's only two." A shrug of his shoulders, keeping his face steady enough to where she can't immediately tell if he's teasing her, or if his father just likes go-go cage dancers.

The unexpected reaction to the camera totally catches him off-guard though. Especially when she insists that this new picture, complete with accompanying condiments instead of setting a new picture. She's immediately saved as Kara and the phone is put away. "If you want to take a picture for your phone, you can." he offers in response, because that's what the offer should be, right? "But I will not wear mustard on my nose."

"Could you make one and make it look like an older phone? I remember hearing about Nokia's that were very resilient when it came to the amount of damage they took. They might even stand up to your strength." A wink at her.

"Oh, a VCR! I have seen those. I think that there is one in the attic of the Manor, from a prior entertainment center that was installed. I'll have to check if we have any of the old cassettes."

And then she makes her offer. And he mulls it over before he nods. "Alright. So Lion King, Mulan, Cinderella? We can probably expand all three of those out."

"And before you ask, I do know of Cinderella - where the governess convinces the child to kill her stepmother so her father can marry the governess instead." At least, that was the Cinderella story that Talia told Damian when he was young.

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"Ah..." Kara inclines her head, expression going a little frowny when he says the cages are for Bruce's girlfriends. All ten fingers drum the table nervously for a second, "You are messing with me arent you?" Her frown threatens to become a smirk that would become a grin. She doesn't have a lot of difficulty imaginging it as true. Far less than she'd believe Batman likes... well... anything.

She's never met the man beneath the cowl, though.

Only ever spoken to him when he's on duty. "It must be interesting to see who Batman is when he is not Batman.." Because her only point of reference is Kal. Another name everyone on Earth likely knows. The symbol by which she's always going to be judged. "Kal is so much different than Superman." She murmurs quietly, "He is also a very big nerd." The level of affection for her cousin is unmistakable.

But she was sent here to protect him when he was a baby... in her mind he is still that baby.

"Yes! A VCR. The girlfriend of a clone of one of my alternative universe selves had many anime tapes.. I did not see the appeal, but I found the technology very interesting." Casually throwing out THAT weirdness. Then again, Damian likely appreciates it more than most might.

"It is a date, then." watching disney movies. Kara seems quite amused and jubulant about the notion, to be honest.

Up until Damian says what he thinks Cinderella is about. "I believe that is the story from which the Disney version is adapted, yes. It is originally a Germanic story, I believe. That or Snow white..." After a seconds considering, she waves her hand, "I prefer the disney version. Nobody dies."

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"It took you long enough to realize I was teasing you, Kara." Damian grins, though throughout the conversation, it's not as guarded anymore. He's relaxing around her a little. "Bruce is very different from Batman."

"But it's not as different as the pair of us are when we're in our guises. I've never met Kal without the cape." comes his confession. "I know he is very busy. But it is one of the things that I am jealous that my father is in the Justice League and I am not about. We know the Titans well. But..." he shrugs his shoulders. "I suppose, one day."

"I do not watch much anime, but I do read manga. Mainly slice of life things. Considering I did not have a social life growing up, I use it as a basis to learn what it should be like to be social with someone." he explains. "I am reading one about a pair of students in an art school at the moment, because I like to draw."

And then, she mentions it's a date. That causes a pause. He mulls it over, thinking on the current situation. "Yes, it is a date." he agrees finally, "I will make sure we have plenty of popcorn on hand." He knows just the thing!

"I think there is also a Chinese version that's much older. But that may bore you." Because he likes old stuff like that.

His phone buzzes at him, and he glances at it. 'Patrol - 1 Hour' An alarm he had set.

"I need to get to my other job... but I'm glad we did this, Kara. Feel free to text me, I'll do the same. And we'll set up a time for the date." He rises to his feet and slides out the booth to see if she follows or stays with the weiners. If she does follow, there will be a moment of awkwardness where he isn't sure if he should offer a handshake or a hug.

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"I know him. Superman, that is." Kara says with a playfully little wobble of her head as if this is, somehow, even though she's mentioned being his cousin several times, a secret. "Seriously, I could probably introduce you. He is surprisingly easy to talk to.. not at all what people think when they think of Superman. I am sure it is as different as Batman is outside of his costume." Come to think of it. She still doesn't understand how intimately Bruce is tied to the Cape, however.

Not that THAT would surprise her much.

"Oh! I also like art, but I am not a very good artist.. I can cook! Caitlin showed me how to use the phone to look up recipes and cooking shows." She opens her phone, at first to quickly snap a picture of Damian when he is, she hopes, unprepared, and then to thumb through contacts to save whatever picture is produce.

THEN to bring up tiktok and show her most viewed tiktoks are all cooking videos.

"Chinese? I speak some mandarin. I speak a lot of languages, but there are a few I like more than others. Japanese is fun to speak. The way the tongue rolls. Also Spanish." She nods, "I would like to watch the China version of Cinderella."

Eyes snap towards the phone when it sends the alarm. Watching him slide out of the seat and following along with a little turn of her hips to pull herself out with absolutely no difficulty what so ever. She too stands there, but she doesn't look as awkward. Staring at him. Grinning. Because she's not stupid, she knows he's trying to parce how to proceed and she could make it easy, but not before dragging out the moment... until she steps up and opens her arms for a hug. "Thank you for lunch. I was not sure how I would feel about your vegan selection, but your wiener was very good."

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Damian allows a little snicker as she mentions she knows Superman. Of course, that had been assumed from the start. "I'd be good with that. I already know Jon, but he's never done the introduction." And Jon is supposed to be his best friend? Feh!

But then in the middle of that laugh, Kara manages to catch Damian in a picture of pure happiness and it is now forever immortalized in her phone. At least he wasn't picking his nose? Small favors.

"I like to paint. It's relaxing. Mainly like... still lifes and cityscapes and stuff. I'm not very good with people." he admits, as he leans over to look at all the videoes. "Oooh. You know how to make all this?" he asks curiously as he looks at one of the more intricate looking dishes.

"I can speak quite a few languages as well. Hanging around Jon has taught me a few Kryptonian words. Not that he uses any bad ones, he claims. I can speak Japanese, Mandarian, Russian, Arabic, a few other ones. I'll see if I can get us a copy of Ye Xian - that's China's version of Cinderella."

With there being several awkward moments there, Damian is completely out of his element. He was about to totally quietly excuse himself when she offers the hug, and he steps into her, his arms about her waist as he pulls against her in a warm embrace.

Just as she cracks one last joke - accidental or not and he snorts a laugh into her shoulder, which is fortunately hiding his cheeks turning a very nice shade of red. "I... uh. Thanks." It's all he can manage before starting to pull back from her.

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Kara doesn't squeeze. Point of fact it could be said that her hugs are entirely too soft. Likely a byproduct of trying so very hard not to hurt people in a way that hasn't become second nature to her yet. But then she steps back and smiles, "This was a lot of fun, Damian Wayne. I am glad that you came out with me."

She walks with him towards the door, slipping her phone into her pocket and grabbing one of the wieners still on the table on the way out. This is the beatiful thing about not needing to watch her figure, no reason to watch what she eats.

Nope, she'll be this size forever.

Which makes her wonder what the hell happened to create Karen... but that's a whole other conversation, entirely. One saved for another day. "Be safe. Let me know when you would like to watch movies and eat popcorn." She doesn't bother hiding the fact that she's Supergirl, most of the time, but he's out with her outside of his disguise.

So she goes well out of her way to look like she's going to walk down the street towards an uber she has no intentions of actually taking. Why pay for something when she can just fly. "Text me sometime!" waving over her head like a tiny goofy nerd.