17065/The Fallout of our Non-Existent Capes!

The Fallout of our Non-Existent Capes!
Date of Scene:	01 February 2024
Location:	Midtown - Gotham City
Synopsis:	Miles and Barbara get hot dogs. Miles gets flustered, Barbara gives him connections.
Cast of Characters:	Miles Morales, Barbara Gordon

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Miles Morales has posed:
Gotham City.

It's raining. Downpouring even, as it always seemed to be even in the daytime hours. A student, Miles Morales, was walking through the streets, a hot dog having just fallen out ofh is hand. "Dangit." He sighs softly, his hand touching his face in a facepalm like motion. "Why on earth does today not like me." He sighs, looking around, his hood down letting his hair get soaked b ythe rain. The reason he was out?

Being Spider-Man is hard. Everybody needs a day off...but the problem is that Spider-Man's luck is truly BIBLICAL in terms of how bad it is. Something bad always happens even when he thinks something good is going to happen.

But, as he walks?

He's trying to be on the lookout. Like...undercover patrol!

It's cool, just accept it.

But his goal right now? He needs another hot dog. There's a long string of vendors down the road. Maybe he'll get lucky?

Barbara Gordon has posed:
Being that Barbara is the owner of Gotham's largest Green energy company, she often has to make trips from her home to this part of the city for business related appointments. She'd had to do that this morning, in fact, and now she was on her way out of one of the many skyrise buildings here-in, with a grumbling in her stomach. She, too, was hungry.

Dressed in a black peacoat, with a yellow umbrella above her head, the redheaded woman is moving down a set of long cement stairs out of the main lobby of the building where her meeting took place. She's glancing down at her phone, the screen moving on its own as she manipulates it via the interface in her mind that restored her ability to walk... The screen scrolls on its own, swipes through messages, while her eyes scan it over.

She's walking right toward the hotdog stand, and clips MIles' shoulder as she too was getting in line.

"Oh, shoot. I'm sorry." She says, holding her umbrella up to let the rain spread out around her, avoiding absolutely soaking her through. "Sorry, pleae, go ahead." She tells the young man, showing him a faint smile as she motions to the small line for the hot dog vendor.

Miles Morales has posed:
"Man, I can smell it from here. It smells-"

*Bump*.

Miles and Barbara clip shoulders, the young man wearing street clothes in comparison to Barbara's fine attire. He wore a thick jacket with a red hood, seemingly a band t-shirt and some baggy jeans. He turns his head to look at Barbara in that moment, guilt written on his face. "Oh no no, I'm sorry. I didn't-" What is it about when a lovely person bumps into a random stranger that starts Hallmark movies?

It's unrealistic.

Yet Miles is staring at Barbara for a moment, as if entranced by her sheer beauty. "Uhm....uh....I uhm...uh..." Miles is trying to form words, though she's trying to gesture him towards the small line. "We can uh....can I uh..." He gulps. "I can buy your hot dog for you? As an apology?"

Barbara Gordon has posed:
Barbara's green eyes give the young man a quick once over. She smiles at his state of stammering at her, mostly taking it as him just being surprised by their shoulders clipping like that. As the rain continues to pelt her umbrella, cascading off of its edges all around her, Babs just laughs at his offer and has to shake her head at it. "I wouldn't dream of it. I mean, it is an appreciated offer, but, I mean... I'm going out on a limb here, thinking you're probably in college? I am sure you need your money more. In fact, let me buy yours." She tells him as they're only one customer away from having to decide this classic debate.

"I mean, who doesn't love a hotdog in the rain, right?" She asks with a little laugh, as she glances down at her phone once more, a text quickly being written with her mind, before it is sent off toward whatever business it was intended for. She releases another light sigh, and glances up toward the head of the line, then back toward Miles. "Seriously. Happy to." She further states.

Miles Morales has posed:
Miles was at complete disarray.

Yet even still, he seemed to be completely enthralled by her. The way she spoke, the way she moved, how she brushed off a simple brush of the shoulders that could've sent so many more onto the ground in a sprawl. But alas, she denies his offer of buying her a hot dog. And instead, she offers to buy HIM a hot dog!

"Will you go out with me?"

Which will no doubt bring out a 'what' in confusion, perhaps, and Miles will MOST CERTAINLY go 'what?' in that quick kind of way to cover up what he said.

"A-anyway! I mean...I wouldn't turn down a free hot dog..." He lifts his shoulders in a shrug, before he follows her a moment, but he notices her texting someone super quick. "I'm not keeping you, a-am I?"

Barbara Gordon has posed:
Barbara does indeed give him a 'What?' at his question, only to see him stammer through it. It does earn an amused smirk from the redheaded woman who glances away as it is their turn to buy now. She approaches the counter's edge, adjusting her umbrella to her other hand as she puts her phone away. She orders herself a basic hotdog with a meager amount of condiments, before she motions to Miles. "And whatever he'd like..." She adds with a grin over toward the college aged man beside her.

"And no," she tells him, "it's no bother at all. I just got out of a meeting, and had to shoot off a text to an assistant. Typical post-meeting stuff on this loveliest of days..." She states, her eyes glancing up past the edge of her umbrella toward the cloudy sky, as she waits for their orders to get served.

Miles Morales has posed:
"ANYWAY!"

Miles seems to say a little bit louder as he looks away from the red-headed woman to hide his blushing. But, all the same, she orders herself a basic hot dog and when she invites him forward to order, he clears his throat. "Standard hot dog please! But no mustard, just ketchup as a condiment. Thanks!" He steps away then, looking at the woman who still hasn't shared her name with him. But well, in her defense, it's literally been thirty seconds.

"A meeting? And you have an assistant?"

He has no shot whatsoever.

"Right....w-well, what do you do? Are you a big wig?" He asks her. "Mover and shaker in the corporate world?" He follows her eyes towards the cloudy sky. "Ever wonder why it always rains in this city?"

Barbara Gordon has posed:
Barbara pays with an app on her phone, befores she thanks the vendor and steps away. She grabs a few napkins and snags a couple bottles of tea that she'd bought as well. She offers him one of the bottles of tea as she puts the other in to her peacoat side pocket. It is a bit of fumbling, but she manages with grace and composure. At his reaction, and questions, she smirks while shaking her head under her umbrella. "Not a wig, the red is all natural." She dryly jokes back at him before she takes a bite of her food.

Once she clears her palette she points up at the sky, up in the far distance toward a dark spot against the grey clouds, one of Gotham's blimps. "Gordon Green Energy, that's my company. I'm consulting on a number of inquiries here in Midtown with regard to replacing the windows on these massive towers with a new kind of solar panel that could power the building independently. It's expensive, but the amount of money saved in the long run is really worth it. Plus a lot of these guys like to look good on social media, so we have high hopes." She explain before delving in to another bite.

After dabbing at her lips with her napkin there-after, she nods once. "And Gotham suffers from being in the center of a pressure downflow from Canada, mixing with the warm air coming up from the southern US. It results in a lot of storms culminating directly above our heads, all the time."

Miles Morales has posed:
"Oooh! Tea! Thanks."

Miles accepts the bottle of tea from Barbra, trying to help her with the fumbling with a limited amount of success. But, eventually, they get their food. They have their tea. They can eat in relative peace! Though she seems to joke with him that the red is all natural. "It's beautiful." Miles blurts out, complimenting her hair, and then he's literally widening his eyes as he suddenly shouts immediately after. "I MEAN HOW'S YOUR HOT DOG?!" He looks away, clearing his throat.

"Uhm. How's your hot dog? Sorry, I'm uh...really bad at talking to people."

But when he has a mask on? He has the confidence. Miles Morales? Not confident. He can talk, sure, but when he feels socially nervous? It's like a disaster: so difficult to look away. Yet, when she admits that she runs a FULL BLOWN COMPANY?! Miles is not only impressed, but seriously reminded of the life he could have if he wasn't Spider-Man. He was smart, sure, but he'd be smarter if he applied himself to his studies instead of prioritizing his vigilante lifestyle.

"Wow....that's amazing." Miles seems to be genuinely impressed. "Solar power and clean energy...that's genius." He gulps. He takes a nervous bite of his hot dog, as though avoiding talking will help him at least look like a normal person.

Then she's explaining why it's always storming.

"So....what I got from that is you're a lot smarter than me." He chuckles.

Barbara Gordon has posed:
Barbara has met too many people with the simlar social awkward behavior not to be completely used to it. She shows him a sweet smile at the compliment to her hair, knowing he breezed right past that out of fear for having said it out loud. "Thanks." She still said back anyway, though.

A bit more of her food is sampled before she shakes her head lightly at what he says with regard to being smart. "I'm just really driven, I guess. Plus I had a lot of free time to think things over the past ten, or so years." She tells him with a dark undertone touching her words like any good Gothamite should do in social situations. "You just buckle down, do what you have to do, and you can get just about anywhere." She states then, a grin showed off before she finishes off the hotdog with one last bite, and steps over to the trash bin beside the vendor's stall. She swipes her fingertips with the napkin before dropping it in the bin as well.

"Barbara, is my name, by the way. Barbara Gordon." She states, extending her right hand now after transfering her umbrella back to her left. "So you are a college focused youth in our fine city?" She asks of him. "Where are you going, and what is your focus?" She has to further ask, as it only makes sense!

Miles Morales has posed:
At least she's sweet about it.

She tahnks him for complimenting her hair and a faint blush walks its way across Miles's cheeks. "Y-y-your welcome..." He suggests ever so softly. Though he takes a big bite. "I hear you. I don't really have a lot of free time. I feel like I'm just working. All the time. This is the first bit of time I've had in....gosh, what feels like weeks." He suggest to her with a soft frown on his face. "But, I can tell you're smart. You have that look of 'genius' on you." He smirks softly.

"Yeah...I'd be like that mindset. But 'doing what you have to do' is a good excuse to do a lot of bad things to good or bad people." He remarks to her softly. "I just like working hard, doing my best, and hoping I can make it." He tells her softly, meeting her grin, before he takes another bite of his hot dog, the last one, and balling up the wrapping that came with it before saying 'Kobe' and swishing it into the nearby trashcan with perfect aim.

At this distance? One and a million shot.

"Barbara Gordon...pretty name." SHIT HE DID IT AGAIN. "I mean uhm...Miles Morales. Nice to meet you." He rolls the 'R' a little bit, a natural accent when he says his own name. But, he extends his hand to her, giving it a good, firm shake. Even if the warmth of physical contact makes him blush even more.

"Oh, uh...I'm attending a few colleges, technically...I'm on scholarship to Gotham U, but in the summer I try to go to Metropolis. I'm looking at being a scientist, a Quantum Physicist. But, well...not sure I can do much with it outside of being in a lab, but I think I can make really big headways on changing the world for hte better. Where am I going? No idea. The world is big enough though."

Barbara Gordon has posed:
Barbara's green eyes follow the shot all the way over to the far trash bin. She tilts her head gently to the side at the display of rather impressive accuracy, and how he doesn't seem to even be surprised by his own ability to nail that shot from afar too. She doesn't comment on it though, instead electing to just listen to what the young man answers her with. Slowly she nods twice to him. "That is an impressive field of study..." She says quietly over the sound of the rain, which has lightened up a bit since they bumped in to each other. She raises up the bottle of tea, having pulled it from her coat pocket, and sips it before lowering it again. "Well, Miles, if you are looking for opportunities in that field, I have quite a few contacts around the city, and beyond. I have a residence in Metropolis too, as my company extends service to that city also. I'd be happy to put in a good word for you, as you don't seem to be anything but a pleasant person." She tells him, shooting a little compliment back his way, along with a quick smile that comes and goes.

"Here." She offers him her umbrella, before she uses that hand to dig out a black and gold business card that she hands him, covered in her contact information. "Networking is important, afterall, as what you know matters... but who you know makes the whole difference." She states, as she reaches for her umbrella back again.

Miles Morales has posed:
Tye power of basketball flows strongly in this apprentice.

Yet Miles still remains surprised when she offers him her umbrella. "Oh, sure, I got this." and he holds it patiently while Barbara compliments him on going into such a field. Then she's pulling out a card and explaining to him she can get him networked.

"Oh...that's...that's amazing. Uhm...thank you Barbara. I don't really know how to repay you." Miles admits softly. It was true of course, he really had no idea how to thank her for such kindness. Her smile was sweet,even if it was brief.

Barbara Gordon has posed:
Once more the redhead is smiling briefly to the younger man before her. She shakes her head side to side as she stands there holding her umbrella by the black leather wrapped handle. "Don't worry about it. I like helping spread the opportunities around, or something." She states, smirking at herself before she upnods at him once.

"Hope the hotdog was good too, and that you don't end up totally drowned before you get to wherever you're headed."

A split second later, a car engine suddenly rumbles beside them, loudly, as it pulls up beside them at the curb to the street. It is a black Ferrari, brand new, it's headlights on for the rain outside, and ... nobody inside the interior. Babs glances to the car, before looking back to Miles, smirking again. "That's me." She says in a soft tone of voice as she turns toward the car, glancing back at him over her left shoulder. "Feel free to reach out, if you do want to seek out some employment options in Gotham or Metropolis, I'd be happy to put in some good words for you, Miles." She says, once again smiling for him as she prepares to step off toward her vehicle.