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Might buy a shotgun for looks.
Who: Logan and Alyssa
What: Logan shares some news, and old friends reconnect
When: Wednesday
Where: A diner
Status: complete
Rating: PG



Logan picked Alyssa up on his motorcycle. It was for old time’s sake, mostly. They’d always have an unusual relationship. He didn’t really mind. He was content with his lot. Mostly.

She was waiting outside the coffee shop from hell, looking disgruntled and a little grumpy. “And they burned my damn milk. Seriously, never go here.” She threw away the drink in a trash can before hopping onto his bike. “Where to, pregnant old man?”

“That diner we like,” he replied, handing over a helmet. He figured Damian or Kitty or Velma or all three would kill him if he didn’t. “And I ain’t pregnant.”

She put the helmet on. “Damn, I was looking forward to helping you shop for maternity trousers.” The diner was better than sushi, actually. “We can’t stay out too late, though, Damian will worry.”

“You can handle yourself if anything happens,” Logan pointed out and pulled out into the street. “And if he thinks we’re gonna run off an’ elope he’s being an idiot.”

“You’re already married,” Alyssa said with a roll of her eyes. “Less talky, more drivey.”

“I’m not,” Logan replied, snapping a little. Then there was more drivey.

Alyssa figured she’d have to buy her own motorcycle at some point, and she grinned as she rode anyway, wrapping her arms around Logan and enjoying the ride.

He’d help her pick it out. Ten minutes later he was leading her into the diner. They even got their favorite booth. He slipped into the booth and sat back. He waited long enough for Alyssa to sit, before planting a black box square in the center of the table. “Yet.”

Alyssa sat down at the appointed booth, getting comfortable and curling up. Then she blinked at the box. “Oh my god! Oh my god!” People in the diner turned around and grinned, thinking they were going to see a proposal, which made Alyssa laugh. “It’s uh. Not for me.”

Logan snorted. That would be hysterical to see. “Don’t ask how much it was. But I figure if I’m gonna do this at all I’m gonna do it right. I could lose her tomorrow, I don’t wanna be askin’ what if.”

“Logan, you’re really going to do it. You have to.” She smiled brightly, clapping her hands. “Tomorrow, do it tomorrow.”

“Kinda hopin’ to do it when shit calms down a bit. Don’t need to be takin’ her to a fancy dinner when there’s plants attackin’.” He nodded his head at the ring. “Go ahead, take a look.”

Inside was a ring that looked like it cost more than some peoples’ salaries.

Alyssa opened the ring, blinking. “Jesus fucking Christ. I think she can talk to aliens in morse code with it.”

“It was that or this real flowery one with a diamond about as big,” Logan said, wrinkling his nose.

“You do realize that diamonds aren’t like penises, we don’t just want the biggest ones.” Alyssa cared more about cut than size when it came to rings.

“You also want a good cut, I know. I ain’t stupid. Jus’ figured I wanted her jaw to drop. Weddin’ bands will be a lot simpler.” Logan grinned at her. “Let me spend my money on somethin’ a little frivolous for once.”

“What, the mass quantities of beer you drink isn’t?” Alyssa loved teasing Logan, and was glad she was still his friend.

He poked her arm, then closed the box and pocketted the ring. "That's a business expense." Logan smirked at her. "How's it goin' with you?"

“Good, good. School’s actually quite fun. It’s nice being in university instead of all girls’. It’s kind of odd, so many blokes about.” Alyssa chuckled, blushing a little. “I think Damian hates it.”

“Why’s that?” Logan ordered a beer and a burger, and tapped his fingers on the table impatiently.

“Because he’s Damian.” Alyssa ordered breakfast for dinner and a beer as well, absently flashing her fake ID. She was a one woman crime wave on a super small scale, especially since she drank responsibly.

Logan snorted. “That boy needs to learn to’trust you, darlin’. You ain’t goin’ to go runnin’ off with every man who hits on you.”

“I think he knows, but I think it just irritates him mostly at this point.” She sighed. “I just want him to be happy. Sometimes he looks so grumpy.”

“Can’t tell you what to do there, darlin’. You’ll find that balance somehow. Maybe you should propose. I’ll walk you down the aisle.” He smirked.

“Not so much until I finish university, thank you.” She wrinkled her nose and shook her head. “I’m only just eighteen. Eighty percent of marriages done before the age of nineteen end in divorce.”

“Still that twenty, but I’m glad to hear that. Still’ll walk you down the aisle.” He poked her.

“Good thing you’ll be alive when I’m thirty because that’s when it’s happening.” Alyssa smiled wryly. “I have too much to do still.”

“Good.” Logan was happy about that. “If my daughter, or son, or whatever wants to date, they’ll need to be thirty too.”

That made Alyssa laugh. “You’ll have fun enforcing that, won’t you?”

“Yep. Might buy a shotgun for looks.”

“What if they date someone who can deflect bullets?” Alyssa grinned impishly.

He popped his middle claw at her, his smirk a dickish kind of smirk.

“Oi, it’s not my fault your child likes someone who deflects bullets. You’re deflecting some anger,” she winked.

“I’ll just have to stab ‘em. For touchin’ my kid.” He smirked. “Hell, the only reason Jubilee didn’t get stabbed is ‘cause she’s Jubilee.”

“What did she do? I’m sort of terrified to meet her, you know.” Alyssa wrinkled her nose. “I expect her to be an ambulatory clitoris.”

Logan snerked. “She’s more like a pixie stick on crack, really. She’s a good person though, has a heart bigger than anyone. She’s good for Laura. Kinda like if Eli hooked up with one of my other strays. Not somethin’ I’m gonna complain about.”

“I thought you didn’t want any of us having sex with anyone else.” Alyssa giggled.

“Shut up.”

“Make me, old man.”

He picked up her beer and stuck the lip of the bottle into her mouth.

She laughed, then leaned back and took a swig. “Good job, this is quite nice actually.”

“You’re welcome.” He had a sardonic note to his voice, but was grinning at her. He’d missed her. “Glad to do somethin’ with you. Been a long time.”

“I miss you, you know that.” She smiled and patted his hand. “Maybe I’ll get to do more with you once you’re a respectable man.”

"I ain't ever gonna be a respectable man." He mock glowered at her.

Alyssa rolled her eyes. “You may think you’re scary, but you’re just not. You’re a teddy bear.”

He didn’t say anything in response. Because it was the truth.

“Don’t worry, though. I won’t tell anyone.” She patted his hand before taking a sip of her beer. “I’m proud of you, you know.”

“For what? Knockin’ her up?”