17th October 2010
18:12 GMT -5
He
takes off, and I'm…
Yeah, I've got no idea
what I am.
Least he picks good take-out restaurants. To start with I thought he was just insulting my entire country as some sort of dominance thing, then I actually tried
eating stuff from other countries, and I.. get it.
"Artemis?"
I watch the orange dot
vanish, then turn back to the fire door to our newly de-asbestosessed apartment, dinner in a paper bag in my left hand. Check for anyone watching first, then take out my key and put it in the one-way lock and open the door. It's a whole lot more convenient than going through the lobby or wriggling through a window, and the push-bar inside doesn't need a key…
Mom's waiting in the kitchen, walker next to her as she forces herself to use her legs to stand up.
"Hey Mom. I…" I hold up the bag. "Brought dinner."
She looks at the design on the bag, blinking. "Is that from Vietnam?"
"No. It's… From a Vietnamese restaurant in England. Paul…"
Paul had one of his little
episodes when I suggested eating Vietnamese, then had no idea how much he should tell me about hygiene in Vietnamese restaurants. He was
probably freaking out over nothing-.
Heh. Not like that time Wally showed him
that video on Indian street food and his whole body started glowing orange. That was actually funny in a scary-thing-that-nearly-happened kinda way.
"The Orange Lantern?"
I put the bag on the worktop, nodding. "He knew a place."
"In England?
I shrug as she pulls the takeaway containers out, watching so I can catch her if she starts having problems standing up. She did right after he did it, but she's been okay for a little while.
"We all got zeta tube access. There's a tube in London, and London's got a bunch of restaurants."
"You
could have invited him in."
Yeeeeeah…
"I got.. homework." And I do. But that's not why. "I-. Mom, how do you tell when a guy's… Like, a psycho?"
Mom looks kinda worried, and puts the foil container down next to the plates. "Artemis, are you alright?"
"Yeah! Yeah yeah, he's not-." I breathe out. How do I explain-? "I'm pretty sure they wouldn't let someone like that on the team."
Except maybe Indigo, I guess. Shouldn't the Justice League have someone who could look at that-. At
her?
"Then why are you asking?"
"I… Thought Paul
might be? And then he did some stuff, and I… Don't know? Maybe it's his
ring, or…" How can I..? "Or maybe he's autistic, or something? They like complicated math-games, right?"
"Why do you think he might be a psycho, Artemis?"
"He shot a cat in the head." Mom looks-. Yeah, okay, I should have explained-. "He used some blood from an immortal guy to make the cat immortal too. Its head just grew back, it was
fine… But it was still pretty creepy. And I know medicines and cosmetics get tested on animals and stuff, so I guess.. him…"
"He is testing things on animals?"
"Yeah… A whole.. bunch of mad scientists made things that makes people…
Better, and he wants to see if any of them are actually safe."
"You.. haven't taken any-?"
"No! No." I breathe out, trying not to get-. Kids my age
do stuff like that, she's just-. Worried. Hey, that's basically what Wally did. "He had this… 'Vitamin' from World War Two which is
supposed to be safe, but I said no."
"Is it?"
"He had a big pile of research… He found everyone who ever used it and went through their whole medical history." I.. frown. No, he said-. "Except one guy who took some other stuff as well. According to
him, they all got a boost and none of them had any problems, but… Paul isn't exactly a doctor, and he was giving… Vibes."
I should… Probably look up that one guy. See if Robin knows anything, or if I can find anything out myself.
Mom nods and turns back to the food, pulling the edge of foil… Huh. Never seen one like that before. The lid's card with foil on the inside for insulation. Guess that's now they do them in England?
"'Vibes'?"
"He-could-be-a-psycho vibes."
"Because he shot the immortal cat."
"Y
eah, and-. He thought I'd be
interested. He thought I'd be okay with it once I saw that the cat was okay. It's like he-. That cat was alive at the start and alive at the end, so everything in the middle had to be okay, y'know?"
Does that even..?
"Does that make sense?"
Mom nods. "Yes, Artemis, it makes sense."
"Okay, good. Because its
brain was all over the place, and that's not-. It's not
normal how cool he was about it."
Mom starts plating the food as I lean back against the table.
"Did you tell him you didn't like him shooting animals?"
"Yeah, and he.. stopped doing it. But is that okay?
"Artemis… Do you
like him?"
… "… He's…
Nice? But it's like… He doesn't know how to act, sometimes? Like… Okay, so the first time I saw him on my own was in the gym, and he was checking me out
really obviously. So I called him out on it and he took his shirt of to make it
even."
"Did you like what you saw?"
"Ah… Yeah, I… Guess, but who does that?"
Mom picks up the plates and carries them to the table-. And I realise I should have got some glasses of water, so I get that while Mom gets the chopsticks.
"Someone who is very confident." Mom carefully pulls out her seat and sits down as I fill the glasses. "Has he said what sort of relationship he wants?"
"Dating, leading to marriage and a couple of kids, getting better superpowers until we conquer the universe as immortal gods. I think."
"Ah. Like your father."
Huh? "Huh?"
"Artemis, your father and I are supervillains."
Well,
yeah, but-. Wait. "
Were. You
were, right?"
"It is hard to be a supervillain with a broken back. And it is irresponsible to do the things we used to when you have a young daughter."
Oh no. "But you're not going
back, now, right?"
"The things your father and I used to do, we did them more because it was fun than for money or status. It was fun being smarter, faster, more carefree than everyone around us. It was liberating. And then I went to prison and your father… It stopped being fun for him."
"Yeah. I remember."
"When I got out, he said that he wanted to…" She sighs. "He wanted to achieve tangible results, money, influence, power… Whatever it cost. I told him that even if I could get healed I didn't think it was worth it. I suppose that the question of whether Paul is better for you than Lawrence is for me is whether he is willing to stop doing things that you don't like when you ask him to. Is he?"
"He didn't shoot the cat again."
"Then you are already a better judge of men than
I am."
"H
eh. Thanks. So…"
"You could try talking to his other friends, or his teachers? Maybe he just does not know how to act around girls?"
Okay. Get Robin to help look into that one guy who
obviously had a bad reaction, and talk to the him and the rest of the team about how Paul normally acts. I can do that. Because… He's hot, and-. He
tries to be nice, and he's a superhero, and if I could stop worrying about this, I think… I think I could really like him.