Danny was getting booked in a few bars here and there. Mostly mutant friendly bars. It was far from the arenas he'd played before hand. But still it was something. He needed to start somewhere and get back to where he needed to be. He knew he'd somehow get back up to the top. He wasn't sure how or when, but it'd happen sooner or later. While it'd be difficult and a slow go, he had no doubt he'd get back there.

What had started as a rather quiet and secret show in the bar for only a couple hours had resulted in him playing for 4 hours and shutting the bar down. For his last song he'd down a metal cover of Smoke on the Water. While he'd been a little rock and poppy beforehand and now he was going more metal. His attitude had changed so it only made sense that it would begin to effect his music. Either way the show had been a success. Sure there were a few protesters and angry slurs hurled at him but they'd eventually quieted and left. Danny was used to hearing the slurs as he had been for quite awhile now.

With his guitar over his back Danny staggered out of the bar. He was drunk and pretty coked up as well. But he was also feeling the high of a great show. Missy walked along side him, his faithful Pitbull and companion. She was always with him and always would be. He lit a cigarette as he walked along the sidewalk. He began to hum a song as he walked, then whistling. He adjusted the bandanas on his forearms to hide the scars and still had his sunglasses on. It helped hide his bloodshot eyes, plus it was sort of his style.

As he walked he was completely oblivious to someone following along behind him on the quiet late night street. Could be a fan, could be an enemy and it could be just someone else walking the same street. Either way he was unaware and just having fun. Even unaware of Missy's nudges from his side.

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Now, bars weren't always Emily's scene. Actually, they were rarely her scene. She was always nervous about ingesting too much alcohol and accidentally smoking out of her clothes. Or she was nervous about doing or saying something stupid. Not to mention, she wasn't always the best with her words when too much attention was put onto her. She tended to stutter and act awkward. How bad do you think it would be if she added alcohol to that? But she had been meant to meet a friend here for drinks. It was a disappointment to her that the red haired goddess of a woman had never shown up. She'd all but been ready to leave, too.

And then she realized they had live music. Who she saw on the stage? None other than Danny. Well... she had meant to leave. And that was four hours ago.

Emily ended up staying just to listen to him play. She hadn't realized he was a musician, his voice was a lot nicer than she would have expected. Not to mention the way he played the guitar. Rather amazing, really. It made her flinch to think the last time she had seen him, he'd been left for dead. Or, well, that was how she had perceived it. She'd be lying if she said she hadn't wanted to run into the blue man again. She didn't know many mutants. It was nice to have actually met one. To get to know one. Though there was more to it than just that. There was the psychological intrigue behind him as well. There was clearly something wrong there. What better way than to practice what she learned in class than by using it on someone she kinda knew.

Now, she hadn't planned on staying until closing time. She hadn't planned on leaving to follow him. She'd planned on trying to talk to him in the bar. But, well. She had gotten too nervous. So she was bad, she stayed, she waited for him to leave, all the while sipping on her soda and pretending she was busy every so often when some drunk guy tried to come over to flirt with her. Or pretend she was waiting on her girlfriend. Or something like that. It was a relief when he finally left.

Oh man. Oh man, this was going to look bad. This was going to look soooooooooo bad. Already she was regretting her decision as she followed behind him. All she needed was a little courage to get a word out. Just a little bit. She followed silently for maybe a block, opening her mouth before closing it again, shaking her head like she thought what she was going to say was wrong. This shouldn't be so hard. It really shouldn't. Closing her eyes, she tried to think 'What would Karen do?' With that thought in her mind, her pace quickened so she could catch up to Danny, forcing a small smile as she tried to wave. "Hey! It was Danny, right? You're really talented." That was good, right? Right! Look, she didn't even stutter! See, progress.

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As he walked he hummed one of his songs. It was one he was still working on. He had plans for a new album, provided Dinah actually signed him. It seemed a lock though. They were best friends and signing someone like him would be a high publicity stunt. Sure it might flop and he might only sell 10 copies, but he wouldn't give up. He was a musician first and foremost and would always be. Even if he ended up playing at county fairs and dive bars, opening up for opening acts that would never go anywhere. He was contemplating the next verse when he heard a familiar voice from behind him. He stopped and turned, Missy walked over to Emily panting and give one bark in greeting.

"Hey Doc, surprised to see you here."

He'd started calling her that after her not so subtle attempt to psychoanaylze him after she'd found him in the parking garage. They had coffee, exchanged small talk and so forth and then went their separate ways. He did regret not getting her number. But she was also too balanced to be in his league anyways. He usually went for the damaged ones with issues. Of course that all stemmed from his self-worth issues. He didn't deserve a sweet and balanced chick like Emily.

"Thanks though. Of course you're not exactly alone, I mean they don't give Grammy's to just anyone. Although some of the recent winners do sort of make it look like that."

He'd never been shy about his opinions on some other modern music. Written by a punch of people, no meaning and mass produced solely for money. He slowed down to let her walk with him. He offered his pack of cigarettes to her in case she wanted one. He didn't know, or remember if she smoked, plus if she'd been drinking it might make her want to smoke.

"Definitely beginning to think you're not some high brow hottie considering I've met you in an abandoned parking garage and now a mutant dive bar. I like it Doc. Also glad you like the music."

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Emily smiled down at the dog as it barked at her. "Hey Missy!" She cheered. She leaned forward as she moved past the dog to give her a good scratch behind the ear before moving to walk beside Danny. The little blonde tried to keep up the smile she had gotten on her lips. Her thoughts kept trying to tell herself to think like Karen. And she wished it was that easy. She wished she could just think like Karen, do what she would do. God, she wished it was so easy to just be Karen. For an alter ego Emily had created for herself, it was a lot harder to be her than she could ever properly explain. Weird to think the hair actually had so much to do with who she was at any given moment.

"Surprised? Now why would you be surprised?" She asked, chuckling nervously. Oh good, maybe he hadn't actually seen her in there. Her and her awkward self. As upset as she was that her 'cousin' hadn't shown, at least being their hadn't been a complete waste. And just with her thoughts she was already worrying herself. Jeez, she was sounding like some sort of fan girl or chick with a crush in her own head. 'Get yourself together girl,' she told herself.

She looked at him with a bit of awe hearing that. Wait, he was a Grammy winning musician? No way! Wait... did that mean she had been psychoanalyzing a celebrity before and didn't even know it? No. Freaking. Way! That was getting her all sorts of nervous already. If this was an.interview, she would be perfect, composed. But she didn't have the comfort of her laptop or even her notebook. She had her pen somewhere, though but she knew that wouldn't be enough. "To be fair, though, I'm pretty sure the crappy winners paid for their Grammy wins," she muttered. At least she still wasn't stuttering.

However, that did quickly change when he spoke again. A... a high brow hottie? He... he thought she was high brow? Wait... wait that wasn't the part she should focus on. Hot... hottie. Yep, that was it. She diverted her eyes away from him, her cheeks growing hot and red. Already, she could feel part of her arms trying to go misty and it took all of her focus to keep them from doing just that. "I... i, ummm... i had just, ummm..." She bit down on her tongue when she realized real words weren't coming from that. She could try to explain that she had hoped to do an article on the homeless and why they needed help. Wanted to say her cousin never showed like she was supposed to. Or that better a bar where they properly accept mutants like her. Something smart, something decent, just something. But nope, her fragile little mind got stuck on that word. 'Hottie'. Oh no no, she... she wasn't... she really wasn't that great looking. Melody? Now she was gorgeous. But not her, not Emily. "I... I'm not... not a h-high brow h-h-hottie. I'm... I'm really re-really not," she managed, the words practically coming out as a squeak.

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If Danny was more sober, or at least observant he'd notice a random mood shift from time to time. He'd notice how she'd gain and sometimes rapidly lose all sense of self-worth and confidence. But instead he was a high self-involved arrogant douche so he didn't really notice it. He just remained blissfully unaware. Of course he was also used to people behaving oddly around him. Whether it was his alleged past or his fame, there was always something. So he had learned, possibly, to just ignore it and move on with his life and in conversations.

"Why am I surprised? Don't often see beautiful women like you in mutant dive bars. Trust me, I look for 'em too."

He said with a laugh. Ok true there were occasionally attractive women there, like when May came to watch him, or he brought some, or he was really drunk and couldn't actually tell the difference. Usually it was just him being drunk that, was the scenario. So he went home with some fan and then ended up regretting it in the morning. The healers at the school had come in handy a few mornings.

"Well I doubt it's them that pay for the awards, more like their labels and publicists and agents. An award winning act means a bigger percentage for them. Luckily my agent always made a good amount of money. Of course an openly mutant hit musician will do that. Sorry, I'm talking about myself too much."

He did have a tendency to talk about himself too much. Ok, it was really all he did. He was a huge fan of himself and aside from May and his father the only apparent fan. Which wasn't true of course since he just had a packed bar who came to listen to him. Although seeing her flustered at him comment had him laughing. He ignored the warning bark from Missy and fluttered his wings. He rose up an inch and gave Emily a quick kiss on the cheek. A smarter man would realize that he was likely to end up on his back. However he himself wasn't that smart or sober.

"You are hot Doc. Anyone who says otherwise is an idiot. Of course my opinion doesn't carry much weight anymore it seems. Plus I can tell by the way you carry yourself, you're highbrow. You're not some average woman, I can tell. I am smarter than I look, usually."

He then looked down at Missy who barked.

"What? I am smart.....ok not so much at things other than music, but still."

He said before turning his attention from Missy and back to Emily.

"You headed somewhere around here or are you just following me as an excuse to try and analyze me again?"

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Emily opened her mouth before quickly closing it again. A beautiful woman like her? Ummm... was he looking at the same person she was? Because she wasn't all that beautiful. She was just a girl. Just a mutant girl. With blonde hair and green eyes. Who worked for the Daily Planet! Nothing more, nothing less. Beautiful was not a word she would use to describe herself. Definitely not the right one. It took her a moment to get her words together but she finally managed to. "Well... I, ummm... I was supposed to be meeting someone there. And, you know... mutant establishments tend to, uh... accept mutants a whole lot better," she said. She didn't think she managed to mention that during their first meeting. Perhaps that would have been important. Well, at least she was mentioning it now. It wasn't like her mutation was as obvious as his. She didn't have oddly colored skin. Or wings. Or both... She did mist out of her clothes on occasion, though... That was always embarrassing.

She had a hard time taking compliments, so she was more than pleased when he talked about awards instead. Even if people didn't pay them off, at least Danny clearly had the talent to earn his own rewards. She liked the music, too. It was nice, sung well, pleasant to the ears. She almost wanted to ask if he was going to perform in Metropolis anytime soon so she could see him play again but she decided not to. She didn't need to seem too eager to make a friend. Even though a part of her was doubting he'd remember much of this conversation. He spelled an awful lot like alcohol. She didn't need a good nose for that. If he did remember, she'd be amazed. "No, it's fine! Talk about yourself all you want! I like hearing about other people!" She really did, too. And she didn't mean it because she liked to psychoanalyze people. She just liked hearing about them and their lives. It was fun, interesting. It wasn't like she had that great or interesting of a life herself.

She was getting her confidence back and it was nice. Until he fluttered up and kissed her cheek. Whatever came out of her mouth certainly wasn't English. A part of her even doubted that it was human. Her cheeks went red hot and she could even feel parts of her trying to smoke out. Her hands were starting to look wavy, and her jacket barely looked like it fit on her arms at the moment. She had to focus to try and pull herself together. His next words didn't really help. She couldn't even get herself to respond to the whole 'hot doc' thing and the comments about being 'high brow'. She was smart, sure. She didn't see herself as high brow. She didn't see herself as hot, either, but that was a different story. She did see herself as extremely flustered. Yeah, she'd just let that comment slide.

Her mind focused on the other question, if she was heading somewhere. Emily shook her head. "N-no... I, ummm... I was just... you know... following you..." At least she was honest. "That... that sounds really creepy... I... I don't want to, you know, analyze again... I-i promise. You just... you were really neat and I thought that it would, ummm... be... be cool to talk to you again and, uh... get to know you... and... yeah. Be friends and stuff! If... if you want to be friends at least. And... And I can totally understand if not. You're, like... this musical mastermind and I'm just... just trying to become a journalist." In other words, she is saying that she is so not worthy.

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So she was a mutant? Interesting. Sure he knew a lot of mutants weren't as extreme as him. In fact very few were. Had he been born 20 years earlier there was a decent chance he would've been a Morlock, or simply killed as an infant. He'd still been mostly abandoned as a child, but luckily his father took care of him. He was raised and nurtured, something several mutants didn't get, even in this day and age.

"Ah so you're a mutant huh? I knew there was something extra sexy about you."

He said with a smile. Missy barked and he looked down at her.

"What? No, you never said she was a mutant. You used the word meta, there's a difference...........Yes there is a difference.......Well I don't know what it is I am not a geneticist obviously."

He said with a laugh. He may be drunk but he still knew better than to ask about powers and so forth. She'd never asked him and he would return the kindness. He did however notice the wavy hands. Drunk or not, he was more observant than he was given credit for. He figured some sort of intangibility.

"Doc, sweetie. If you wanna walk with me that's fine. Don't worry about the whole following me. I've had stalkers before. So if you're gonna stalk me...I'm ok with that."

He said before nudging against her.

"Uh oh, my stalker caught me. Be gentle or don't. Ya know what, just have fun with it."

He said with a wink and a laugh. Of course if she truly wanted to listen to someone talk about themselves then she had picked the right person. Danny was a huge fan of himself. Well, when he was drunk. Sober Danny was depressed and like the one she'd found trying to bleed to death in the parking garage. Missy gave a quick yip and Danny laughed as he walked straight again.

"Shut up, it was to funny."

He said with a smile. He then glanced over to Emily as they walked. He didn't have a destination in mind anymore, he was just enjoying the company.

"A journalist? If you're trying to ask me for an interview this is a round about way. But be friends with an incredibly beautiful woman? I see no down side. Well I suppose it depends on your definition of friend..."

He said with a wink.

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She couldn't seem to get her cheeks to stop flaring red. It was like her whole face was on fire and she swore it would be spreading through the rest of her body if part of it wasn't starting to go misty. She stayed quiet, trying to pull herself back together. She couldn't go mist her, just couldn't. Because she knew if she did, it would just be the end of her. She didn't want her clothes misting off of her, especially not in front of him. That would be the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to her. She would never be able to face him again!

Emily pushed those thoughts out of her head as they were making the mistiness worse, taking a few deep breathes to properly pull herself back together again. Thankfully he started talking to his dog, which gave her a moment to pull herself together. A soft chuckle escaped her as she listened. He almost sounded like her. She talked to Sigmund and Freud constantly like that. "He's right, Missy. There, um... there is a difference. Something to do with circumstamces and, um... things... M-my aunt explained it a long time ago. I... i couldn't explain it now to save my life, unfortunately." She laughed a bit nervously as she spoke.

Her head shook furiously when the word stalking was used. "N-n-no... no no... nuh-not stalking. Just, um... curiously following out of a bar!" No, not stalking. Definitely not. "I, um... I just, um... I didn't really know huh-how to approach you in there? It's, ummm... I'm not the best in bars," she admitted, laughing a bit nervously again. She almost wished that she had been drinking. It might have helped a bit with all of this. She looked down and away, still blushing. She likely couldn't get any redder than she already was. Keeping her body together was already difficult enough anyway to focus on trying not to blush.

She waited until he was done talking to Missy to look at him again, a smile spreading across her lips at the mention of her being a journalist. "N-no, i wasn't, ummm... looking for an interview. I mean, unless you want me to. I could probably get it passed by the editors to publish an article on you. I... i work for the Daily Planet though! I know, a bit far from here but i have family here. And i kinda like this place." She caught herself talking too much (or at least what seemed like too much about herself in her own mind) and cut herself right off. "I, um... I'm sure there are plenty of m-more beautiful... well, women out there to be fruh-friends with. But i... wuh-wait... what's your definition of... if friend?"

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"Yeah, see Missy. It's like she said, there's a difference so I'm right, like always.....I am too always right. Well most of the time....don't give me that look."

He said shaking his head. He did occasionally get weird looks when he talked to Missy. Of course that was likely due to the fact that most weren't even sure he could talk to her. Hell sometimes Danny himself wondered if he could too. But then he just figured she was giving him the silent treatment.

"Relax Doc it was a joke. Well not a good one clearly. I mean I thought it was good but I am naturally biased. I would never consider you a stalker, since stalkers are unwanted. I can't imagine a situation in which I wouldn't want you around."

He said with a smile. So she was a reporter for the Daily Planet, interesting. Sure he'd get a few offers here and there for interviews but never trusted anyone enough to actually print the truth. He had a bad experience with reporters printing their version or interpretation of the truth. Instead he just stayed clear of them, it made things easier for him. While he didn't think Emily would do that he still wasn't certain. Plus who's to say her editor or whoever else wouldn't do the same thing and just change her story? No, he didn't want to risk angering her. Of course he also figured he would piss her off and drive her away eventually anyways. How he hadn't driven May off yet was something he never could figure out.

"No...no interview Doc. Not sure I'm ready to try in vain to tell my story again. I can only scream into the wind so many times."

He said shaking his head. He grabbed a cigarette and lit it, exhaling the smoke away from her. With a sigh he glanced over at her with a smile.

"Doc, you are incredibly beautiful. I've been everywhere and seen a lot of people. You are beautiful, because your beauty isn't just on the surface. Hell you tried to help someone you didn't even know you found bleeding in a parking garage. You're beautiful and if anyone says otherwise you just point them out to me."

'FAKE!'

Someone from a car shouted, driving by, throwing a bag of fast food garbage at him. Were he sober he could have easily deflected it with his tail. But he was drunk, high and distracted by Emily so the bag bounced off his side.

"Please tell me they said something about you. That way i have a less selfish reason to go after them."

He said as Missy began to bark at the car as it drove away. He brushed some lettuce and wrappers off of him and sighed.

"Not the worst thing that has been thrown at me I guess."

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Emily chuckled softly at the way he spoke to Missy, they way they seemingly argued. She did that so often with her own pets. Though, in her defense, they were probably some of her best friends. And it was certainly easier to talk to animals than it was to talk to people. Funny, her back up plan was to be a psychologist and yet she was terrible at actually talking to people normally. Well, maybe what they say is right, perhaps it does take someone crazy to work in those sorts of places. "I can't say if you're always right, bu-but you're certainly right in this case. Sorry, Missy." She gave the dog an apologetic look, trying to not chuckle anymore.

A bit of heat rose to her cheeks again, a bit of a softer blush than before. She wasn't entirely sure how true that statement was. After all, she wasn't necessarily the sort of person she believed people wanted around all that much. it stemmed from a couple of things, biggest of them being her lineage something she was afraid would make people really start hating her. Her social awkwardness in situations also didn't bode well to the idea that people might actually enjoy her company. Who could enjoy the company of someone that couldn't form a proper sentence, after all? And, while perhaps being a reporter didn't exactly make people that uncomfortable most of the time, there were a few people out in the world that certainly didn't like the idea that they could show up in an article just because they know a reporter. Not that she was really the type to write a story without express permission anyway.

She was quiet a moment as she let that sentence sink in. Try in vain? How often did he try to tell his story? How often were reporters just trying to get a paycheck rather than speak the truth? Perhaps she was simply one of the lucky ones, one of those with relations to her boss. She liked to think her work would never be censored. But, then again, what did she really know? "Do people lie about you a lot?" She felt a bit weird asking the question at all but a part of her felt like she needed to.

She probably should have understood that she wasn't going to be able to stop blushing much during this conversation. Stupid flusterment. She tried to say something, even started to open her mouth but no words really came out. Compliments were hard for her to take sometimes. Because, though she wanted to believe the words were true, something inside refused to let her believe it. Before she could get her vocal cords to work properly, however, she say something go flying out of the corner of her eye, a single word seemingly echoing in her ears. Fake. Was that at her? Or at him? There was no doubt that it was him when the bag hit his side. Her hands balled up into somewhat tiny fists as she glared towards the car. It was days like today she wished she was more like Karen. At least then she might have the courage to smoke out of there and into the asshole's car that was treating her friend like that. The most courage she really seemed to have at the moment, though, was to move around Danny so she could be on his other side, act as something of a shield if something like that happened again. "I wish I could say it was... Are you okay, Danny?" Her lips pulled down into a friend. "People are real jerks. You shouldn't be having anything thrown at you."

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He couldn't help but smile lightly as Emily took his side. He liked when people took his side, primarily since it was a rarity. Of course it actually might happen more frequently but he was simply too drunk to notice. Then again when wasn't he drunk, high, or both? He had serious issues he needed to deal with. May kept trying to help him but he didn't really want help, especially from her. Especially since it was too weird being so close to her. He liked to pretend that their history would make her biased. In reality he didn't want to look inside himself at all his issues.

"You must not follow pop culture a lot. People have been lying about me for awhile now. Saying I used my powers to become famous and lied about everything. Ya see one of my powers is faerie dust as I call it. Basically pheromones. They said I hypnotized everyone."

He said shaking his head and sighing. He still wanted to understand it and hoped Angelo would somehow come to his senses and take it back. Of course at this point it would likely not be believed. They'd assume that Danny simply used his dust on him too. Of course the concept had crossed his mind several times.

"Don't worry about it Doc. I'll be fine. It happens more than you'd think. I'm mostly used to it though. Well ok, not used to it, but I'm managing. It's better than the rocks I sometimes get thrown at me. I'm just glad their aim was good and they didn't hit you. Then I would've been mad."

It annoyed others, May especially, how laid back he was to getting things thrown at him like this. The problem was it happened so often he didn't really focus on it anymore.

"So, can I buy you a burger? I'm kinda hungry and I know there's a diner around here somewhere."

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Emily gave a soft laugh as she nodded her head."You know, I should, but I don't always. At least not in the music world. Some journalist I am, right?" She had always been more of a classical music sort of girl, whether that was true classical music, classical rock, classical r&b, it didn't matter. She liked the older music, though. But perhaps that's because it was what she grew up around. She needed to really catch up in the current musical times, though. That much was pretty obvious. Although hearing about his powers and what people said about them did make her feel a little upset. How could people be so awful? Yeah, as if she didn't know how that was. Try growing up in Gotham being the daughter of the Infamous Harley Quinn. She knew how terrible people could be, but that didn't change the fact that they shouldn't be like that. It was just awful. "Well I know that can't be true because I know it didn't take faerie dust for me to be hypnotized by you." After the words left her mouth, she couldn't believe she'd said them. As if she didn't think her cheeks couldn't get any hotter tonight.

"A-anyway... faerie dust? That's kind of cool. I can, ummm... Well..." She thought about just saying it, but with him actually smoking a cigarette, it made it so much easier to just show him, now didn't it. Her eyes focused on the smoke, her fingers making a small swirling motion, trying to keep that out of sight. Her current bout of slight confidence had at least helped pull her hands back together so they weren't all wavy any more. With her focus on the smoke, she made it start to swirl around them before making it seemingly write 'Ta da' in front of them. It was easier than trying to go into detail about the smoke mimicry at least.

She didn't like to think about what he said next. About being used to it. No one should be used to it. And as much as she wanted to comment on it, a part of her understood that it was likely he didn't want her to. No one needed to hear what they already know. She knew that all too well, didn't she? So she tried not to comment on it, tried to hold it back. But it made her a little sad. The fact that he thought like that, it wasn't right. It wasn't fair.

"Umm, uhh... s-sure, I don't see why not. I... I could probably go for something to eat." The question had come off as sudden to her, just a bit, but she couldn't quite find herself to complain. At least it meant she could spend a it more time with her new friend, right? And it wasn't like she really had any places in mind to head to outside of her hotel room. "Lead the way!"

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Hearing her throw some flirtation back his way was refreshing. It was actually rather interesting. It had honestly been quite awhile since someone had flirted back to him. It was part of the reason that he rarely flirted anymore. Well that and the nigh-crippling depression. But it had been awhile since he'd cut himself so that was a plus. His tail slowly began to sway side to side as they walked. He watched her use her powers and was mildly impressed. As she finished with the ambient smoke hanging around them he held his hand up and gently blew it away with his aerokinesis. Just a gentle breeze, not really much of anything, but it did the trick. It was primarily used to help better disperse his dust.

"Aerokinesis one of my many random powers. I'd joke about me being some random science experiment but I've also met quite a few mutants who were just that."

He saw the look in her eyes when he mentioned what he went through. He didn't like it but was also working on ignoring it. He knew it was bad to just assume you'll be mistreated. But at the same time it was easier to prepare himself. He could figure out what to wear to better handle everything. Namely things like wearing two shirts, making sure he had a change of clothes, cologne, anything. But he was glad she agreed to the burger. He was getting seriously hungry. Between the booze, drugs and playing it had made him hungry.

"Then lead I shall my beautiful doctor reporter."

He said extending his arm to gentlemanly escort her to a diner a block or so away. He adjusted the guitar to not bother his wings. He had to be careful but he also didn't want to bump her with the guitar.

"So when did you find out? About your powers I mean."

He said, trying to break the silence as they walked. He flicked his cigarette into the street and a passing car extinguished it. He knew talking about powers might make her uncomfortable but he also knew that it was a common topic among mutants. It made it easier for them to get to know each other.