"Okay, so," he sat back, changing his focus for a minute from business to simply reacting to what she said, "yeah, my girlfriend taught me some concentration techniques along with my combat training. But that's not happening any more." He looked to the side, eyes locking on his computer because it was a little easier to focus his words that way. "Sorry you're not feeling better. For what it's worth, I'm still very thankful you and Jennifer saved my life that time with Satana."
Goosebumps.
"Okay, so," getting back to his original thoughts. "I kind of promised this huge organization that dwarfs the CIA and FBI that I'd keep my nose clean, so it's going to be a little tricky setting you up with an ID. I can do it, and I know it's for a good cause, but if you want to work, you might need to change up your wardrobe so you can blend in a little better. I have a friend, also a fan of purple, who can probably help you with that. I'll give you her number."
He looked at the waitress. Drinks did sound good. When the girl came by, he smiled coyly back at her and ordered a caramel mocha in one of the big cups. She wasn't too surprised, and in the past had made comments about sweet boys. Why was it that he had no luck with girls, then got in a relationship and suddenly girls paid attention to him? They made no sense. Well, Batgirl did, in her own way, but he couldn't say the same for most.
Raven was genuine and straightforward. He liked that about her. While she kept her secrets close, she didn't play games and addressed things pretty directly. She also seemed to react to him the way he reacted to people's body movements, like she could read him too. But hers was more some mystical ability to read emotions. Which did make him more embarrassed, because how did you hide your attraction to someone who could just tell it was there no matter how disguised your expression was?
After a minute of pulling up the New Jersey state databases, his drink arrived. He thanked the waitress absently, intent on his work. "I can make something from scratch, but would you prefer to have me - I mean," he said, looking up at her and cheeks coloring just a bit again, "where were you born? Do you have a birth certificate in another state or-or country?"