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"Mm." He frowned. "You said he'd come back? Good. What about Bart?"

She started to say something, then made a face, “You don’t…sound like you.”

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He gave her a dry look, "I'm fine."

She started to say something, then made a face, “You don’t…sound like you.”

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"Well. For what it's worth, I wish you'd had a better Christmas."

"I was," she sighed, "but not anymore. It wasn’t your fault."

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Slade paused, eye on her.

"Are you angry with me?"

"It sucked," she said flatly, "I had Christmas and New Years completely alone. Bart even moved out."

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"We'll call it a learning experience." Slade nodded glumly.

She shut her mouth and went back to eating, “Just let me know when you’re feeling normal again, okay?”

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"...I'll be fine. Just..." Hell. "How are you, Terra? Doing... well?"

She made a face, “Gross. You have an obsession with Robin,” she silenced as the waitress brought their food then added quietly, “you have weird things for the heroes, you know.”

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"No. It happened before the serum was... fully intergrated." Slade went back to chewing.

She made a face, “Gross. You have an obsession with Robin,” she silenced as the waitress brought their food then added quietly, “you have weird things for the heroes, you know.”

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"Hilarious." He grabbed the plate, started sawing his steak. After two minutes of solid chewing it had half gone, and his hair was growing back.

She made a face, “Gross. You have an obsession with Robin,” she silenced as the waitress brought their food then added quietly, “you have weird things for the heroes, you know.”

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"I don't know. Stick you in green tights, you might surprise yourself. Maybe you'd make a good cute girl superhero."

"I’m very capable, seeing as though I killed your captor and saved you without your help. And without much of Barry’s help either. I’m practically a solo hero."

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I knew you went to your own gift shop.

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"Yes. You should join the Justice League." Slade replied dryly.

"I’m very capable, seeing as though I killed your captor and saved you without your help. And without much of Barry’s help either. I’m practically a solo hero."

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"You're very trusting." Slade sat back a little and watched the kitchen. "But since you insist, and since you rescued me, they get to live."

Other people would be stunned if someone proposed this idea out of the blue, but that wasn’t the weirdest idea he had ever shared, “Why? We’re trying to get home, not kill everyone.”

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"They probably think I've kidnapped you. I expect one of them's calling the police right now, and I really could do without being identified looking as... depleated as I do."

Other people would be stunned if someone proposed this idea out of the blue, but that wasn't the weirdest idea he had ever shared, "Why? We're trying to get home, not kill everyone."

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"We should kill her." Slade said, quietly, once the the waitress had gone. "Then blow this place off the map. Maybe frame it as an electrical fire- that sign outside was flickering."

She watched him walk across the room and bit her lip to keep in the urge to laugh. The urge to smile didn’t last long, however, as she sat across from him and noticed he was still out of it and not himself. She looked down at her menu, away, up, and to a waitress who immediately came to their table.

"Um, hi, can he have this?" She pointed to a picture on the menu of a combo meal that had both steak and chicken and fries and something that looked like a vegetable covered in cheese. "And for you?" The waitress snorted. Terra looked at the menu longingly. "I’ll have that too."

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Slade entered, eye narrowing at the other customers. He moved across the room as subtlely as a gigantic one eyed bald man dressed in rags can move anywhere, and sat in a corner.

She didn't completely understand how all the statements connected to each other, "Sure," she said to his last sentence, catching the wallet. She opened the door and held it for him.

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Still unsteady, Slade stepped off of the platform and looked at her. Tossed her a wallet. "The man you killed. All bills. Not even a licence. I'd appreciate it if you did the talking in there."

"Please. This is the most excitement I’ve had in weeks. You want pizza? Or maybe steak or something. You probably need meat."

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"Steak." He nodded. "Once my body has some new protein to work with I should be... better."

"Please. This is the most excitement I’ve had in weeks. You want pizza? Or maybe steak or something. You probably need meat."