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She made a playful comment about giving him something to 'actually be creeped out by' and his brow raised in dibeleif. She was bluffing and it was too painfully obvious to be funny. Amusing though, yes. She was about as creepy as a puppy and there was nothing she could to do convince him otherwise. "Oh?" he mused as his own grin turned devilish. "Please do, I'd love to see you creepy." he commented, issuing her a challenge she likely wouldn't take. And if she did, he was sure she would fall flat. They both knew she couldn't do it. She was too cute and serious. And easily flustemered. That was what he liked about her though, it made her an easy target for him. He could always find a way to get under her skin and he lived to be a nuisance to everyone around him. Seeing her squirm fulfilled him.

The antlered blonde was quick to imply that the idea of them going on a date was ludicrous, which it kinda was he had to admit. He could do much better. After all, he needed a lady that he could run rampant around town with and not worry she was going to arrest him for breaking any laws. His days of grand theft were far behind him, but that didn't mean he was a model citizen. Most people broke some law. Usually traffic laws. An uptight cop like Elke definitely wasn't suited to him. But his comment had been meant to get a reaction out of her, and it had. She gave him at least a few 'no's and quickly tried to correct him to know that it indeed wasn't a date. He grinned through her attempts. "Aw don't worry, babe, it'll be fun!" he pushed further, hoping for a bit more general flusteredness.

After he returned, he got to watch Elke begin to unravel. He didn't like this Elke. And he would have given almost anything to get back the red flailing Elke he'd been pestering only moments before. But there wasn't much he could do. Seeing that she obviously was in no mindset to be doing her job at all he had taken over. He wasn't a cop but he could call the station and make sure they got to the warehouse to clean up. He wasn't exactly 'responsible' but he could get the job done when needed. Back in the day people hadn't been able to count on him for much of anything, but after a grim wakeup call, he'd turned his life around. He wasn't perfect, but he was reliable, and always willing to help the people close to him. He hadn't known Elke for very long but she still knew more about him than most. His own family didn't even know he could turn to an iron statue, after all. They were teammates and this is what teammates were supposed to do - be there for each other.

He gave her his pep talk, even though he wasn't the greatest at them, and she verbally agreed with him but he could tell her mind was far from on the same page. But right now it didn't seem like there was much getting through to her. She would need to stew in her thoughts and work things out on her own, but he wouldn't go anywhere. He didn't know what to say and he'd never been good at sappy feel good moments so his mouth remained closed for now. Once the shock was gone maybe he would revisit cheering her up. While saying the right thing at the right time wasn't exactly his strong suit, he was pretty damn good at making people smile. He'd always been a buffer in his family to diffuse arguments or tension with a dumb joke. He could almost consider it an art form. Likewise, he often used humor to distract from invasive conversations. His personality in general was his own personal buffer between himself and the rest of the world. s**t out there could ******** hurt. He didn't like to hurt, so the best thing to do was keep everyone at arm's length and try not to be too serious. It wasn't something he fully realized he was doing, however.

To be completely honest, he hadn't walked into the pet hospital as soon as he probably should have. After everything, he'd decided to have a smoke by his bike in the parking lot before going in. He doubted they would be happy with him smoking inside. Fighting Amazo had been the straw to break the camel's back. He'd quit a few years ago, and like magic the cravings had returned immediately after the Amazo mission. He wondered if he had been able to get past that one craving if he would have been able to stay tobacco free. Had he broken the seal? Whatever the answer was, it was too late now.

He found Elke sitting in the waiting room and asked for status on her canine. Her response was about as upset as he could have expected. She was holding it together pretty well considering. He knew she loved her dog and she'd been so out of character back at the warehouse he was surprised she wasn't having a complete nervous breakdown right now. Perhaps she was just good at hiding it. He breathed a sigh and then took the seat next to her. "Well, it's out of your hands now." All they could do was wait. It probably was a good idea to go get some rest, for both of them, but judging by her tone it wasn't something that was going to happen. "I think Lincoln will hang in there..." he almost didn't want to say it. Because what if the doberman didn't make it? Maybe it was the crash coming, the weariness finally getting to him but he'd let it come out of his mouth, and he wouldn't have said it if he didn't believe it. Lincoln had been conscious and alert the whole time they'd waited at the warehouse. Weak, but alert. It seemed like a good sign to him. "I'll go get some coffees or snacks if you're hungry." he offered. He wasn't going to try to get her to leave, but he wasn't going to leave her here either. And he was fading fast so a coffee sounded perfect, he'd even get her something if she wanted it. Getting up and walking around would also help him to stay awake while they waited... all night? At least he didn't have anywhere to be.

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xxxOnce Elke had sat there in silence for a decent amount of time, either staring off into space or covering her face with her hands, the garbled echoes of the nurses passing by finally registered as actual words. With the help of a hand on her shoulder to rouse her from her thoughts, Mason explained they were telling her she would have to come back tomorrow. It took the blonde officer a moment to take the realization in and process it. She was going to have to go an entire night without seeing her pooch, an entire night of not knowing whether he was going to live or die ... The thought alone almost kick started her tears yet again and it certainly amplified her already gigantic headache.

"Guess we should go, huh?" Her comment was uttered softly to her teammate as she forced a smile behind glazed over eyes that betrayed her true sentiments; she'd never been a great actress to begin with unless it had to do with her job and especially not when emotionally distressed. She was certainly fooling no one with her attempts, least of all Mason. She knew she wouldn't convince the iron man and yet she felt the need to try and be strong: toughen up. Crying in front of people was something she absolutely hated doing and the fact Mason had seen the full blown water works did not sit well with the officer.

It wasn't that she wasn't grateful to him for sticking with her, it was just difficult for her to be emotionally open with anyone outside her family. The concept was foreign and intimidating to her. She almost felt embarrassed for having cried in front of him, like it was wrong of her to do so. The need to be strong and independent welled up within her, her pride disliking the fact she'd shown weakness. All too soon she'd began to over analyze what he would think of her. He probably thought she was some pathetic whiny cry baby that wasn't capable of doing her job. Right now she was almost inclined to agree with him.

Suddenly it dawned on her that the iron man was still there, that muddling over her thoughts at this particular moment in time probably wasn't the best. As much of a jerk as he could be, Mason had come through for her and had been there when she'd needed him most. It was definitely not something she took light-heartedly. "I'm sorry," she stated somewhat clumsily as she struggled to get her bearings on where she was going with what she wanted to say, "I almost forgot to thank you for earlier. I honestly have no idea what I would have done if you hadn't ..." She paused for a moment and her eyes widened slightly with evident concern. "Oh ... My ... God ... I completely forgot to ask if you're alright! You were ******** shot and here I am whining about how horrible everything was. Are you okay?"

Before even giving him a chance to respond or asking permission she began examining the iron man where he had been shot at. She recalled the heart attack he had almost given her when he had stupidly albeit bravely marched head on into the man who had shot Lincoln. A brief but genuine smile crept into her features as she recalled Mason's 'heroic' act all so she could make sure Lincoln survived. The iron man had done his utmost to assure Lincoln survived and for that she would be eternally indebted to him, as much as she was certain she would hate the fact later.

Elke's hand moved toward Mason's chest in a motion to touch the iron man. She caught herself in the nick of time, realizing what she was doing and her cautious fingertips lingered over his chest as she contemplated inspecting it for any wounds. Instead of touching him, however, her eyes moved to his questioningly, retaining a genuine concern and innocence as she chose to verbally assess him as a safer alternative. "Are you okay? I can't say I know what it's like to be made of iron but I can't imagine it's pleasant to be shot regardless."

"I know it's not going to make up for the fact you were shot," Elke stated matter-of-factly yet graciously, "or everything you did for me today but if you're hungry at all, you're welcome to join me for something to eat. It'd be something homemade: I need to keep myself busy and keep my mind off of Lincoln so cooking seems like a good way to do that. I guess I'm going to take the night off. I feel horrible for it but I don't think my brain's going to work much past this head ache I gave myself from getting so worked up." She tapped the front of her skull for emphasis on her final statement.

"And before I forget again," the blonde officer chimed as her eyes became watery again, "thank you. Thank you so much. For everything." Before she really knew what she was doing she'd wrapped her arms around the iron man in an abrupt hug. She squeezed her eyes shut and rested her cheek against him briefly before sheepishly moving to wipe away her tears. "Damn, I'm a wreck, she stated with a nervous giggle at herself. "Just crying all over the place: drowning hazard here, folks. Anyhow ... yeah. Offer for dinner still stands. It's the least I can do after everything you've done for me today."

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It wasn't the most exciting place in the world, which was part of the reason Mason was having trouble keeping his eyes open. It didn't help that he'd been up so late the previous night, but at least if he were keeping himself occupied now, his interest would keep his eyelids from feeling so heavy. But soon enough a nurse approached them and Mason shifted in his seat, sitting up straight as he explained that they needed to come back tomorrow. The ex-thief had to snap Elke out of the trance-like state she had been in just to repeat what they had already been told. She was really shaken by the whole thing, and he really didn't know what to do to make her feel better. He didn't like seeing her like this, he liked the tough, bitchy Elke he'd come to know and adore (messing with). He would much rather her be shouting at him than... this.

She suggested they leave and he simply watched her for a moment. She was trying, she really was, but Mason of all people wasn't going to be fooled by her tough facade. If she could fool anyone with it he would be surprised. She was terrible at hiding things, especially her emotions. But she wanted to look strong and didn't want him to know that she wasn't. He wasn't going to rub her face in it... yet. Maybe once she was feeling better, but not right now. This seemed to be his role in life - the guy that made bad things seem a little less so. "Yep," he nodded at her suggestion "Let's get." He offered a hand to help her up with a subtle smile.

Honestly he was happy to be standing, to get his blood flowing again. He didn't contemplate what her reasoning for trying to look tough for him was. So many people refused to let other see that they were upset that it wasn't much of a mystery anyway. She was human, as much as she thought otherwise.

When she started to space out again, he waited silently and soon enough she was apologizing to him and he had no idea why. Slight confusion showed in his face as she spoke. 'I'm sorry'? 'Thank you'? These weren't things he was used to hearing from her. If anything he would expect her to demand his apology. "Wow," Her concern for his well-being was even stranger and he wasn't quite sure how he felt about it. "Stop being weird. It's freaky." was the response he chose.

Her eyes molested him and he hadn't missed it, or the oddly placed smile. When her hands came dangerously close he brushed them away with his own. "I'm fine." he assured "Don't worry about me, I'm invincible." He smirked at the statement, though it wasn't completely true. And he wasn't 100% bulletproof either. He was sure if he took off his shirt he would be painted with red and purple welts where the bullets had hit him. It wasn't serious, he would just be sore for a few days. Nothing that needed to be fussed over. And he wasn't used to people fussing over him. She'd asked twice, hopefully now that he'd answered she would forget about it. But just in case... "I know I'm delicious, so if you really want to take a peak we should get out of here. They probably wouldn't be too happy with us if we did it here."

She offered to make him something to eat. And suddenly he was starving. Eating hadn't been high on his list of priorities and had faded out of his thoughts completely. It was amazing how quickly the mention of food had his stomach growling. And to be honest, he would have at least made sure she got home okay even if she hadn't bribed him like she had. Not to mention she would have to take a taxi home if he didn't give her a ride. Food was just the icing on the cake. "Inviting me back to your place? Sure, I could eat some food."

And immediately after she had reverted back to her thank you's and niceness. And this time it looked like she was on the verge of crying again. "Jesus you have to stop crying, and thanking me. It's making me uncomfortable..." The next thing he knew it got even weirder when she hugged him. He was hesitant, but he wasn't going to be the jerk who didn't hug crying women back. When she let go she babbled on about her crying and then reminded him that dinner was 'the least she could do' after 'everything he had done for her today' and he sighed at her incessant gratitude and the fact that she thought she owed him. "That's what friends are for. Don't worry about it." It didn't mean he wouldn't hold it over her in the future. But it was like thanking a cashier for checking her out. What kind of cashier would they be if they didn't? And what kind of friend would he be if he didn't help out a friend in need? He gave her a hard time, but he did consider her a friend. That was precisely why he did give her a hard time.

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After many thanks they finally made it back to Elke's apartment and as they walked inside Mason took a moment to take it all in 'for the first time.' "Nice place you got." he commented as he ventured further inside. "Though, I always imagined it would be more... pink." It was no secret that he had been here before, and Elke had been furious about it. He almost hoped his comments would remind her of that and cause her to stop being so sweet to him. He wasn't as good at dealing with sweet as he was annoyance and anger.

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xxxThe moment Mason accused her of wanting to 'take a peek' at him, she was reminded of just how big a jerk he could be. Part of her wanted to chastise or smack him while the other half reminded her that he had just gone out of his way to help save her and her dog. Her cheeks involuntarily flushed at his comment as she realized just how grave her mistake had been. In no way had she been intending to 'check him out' for the purpose he was accusing her of. And while she was more than certain he was doing it merely to get a rise out of her, she felt the need to clarify all the same; especially if he was coming to her apartment. "Whoa, whoa, whoa," she stated, raising her hands on either side of her as if they would somehow halt his train of thought, "I am grateful for everything you've done today but I am pretty sure that I am the last person out there who would have checking you out on my mind. Sorry to burst your bubble but intimacy and companionship are overrated and I have no interest in them." Not interested in relationships or being intimate with anyone in general, not just Mason. Past trauma could do that to a person.

The nonchalant and simple response from Mason claiming he could eat food managed to bring a discrete smirk to the officer's countenance. Initially she had tensed up, anticipating him to try and build on his former joke about her checking him out. However, he had gone a completely harmless, matter-of-fact and unexpected route with it that she was much more privy to. "I guess a lot of people tend to lose their appetite when they are worried and upset: seems I'm the opposite today. My stomach feels like it's a black hole that is simply going to completely vaporize any food I put in it and leave me hungry despite eating."

"Have you like," Elke asked, partially bewildered by how uncomfortable he was with her being upset and appreciative of him all at once though she hid it with her playful, teasing tone, "never dealt with an emotional girl friend before? I mean, come on, I have a pretty hard time believing that you've never once had to deal with someone like that in your life. Not to mention I'm pretty sure it's justified on my part, I've had a pretty rough day, you can't cut me any slack? What kind of 'friend' are you if you can't even deal with a simple 'thank you'?" She had her hands on her hips to feign annoyance though she was quick to burst into a subtle giggle and assure him she wasn't actually upset. Had she actually found a way to get back at the notorious Iron Man?

"Oh come on now," she said with a grin as Mason issued her a somewhat hesitant expression that wasn't typical of him, "I'm not always serious. I mean, I'm a hell of a lot more serious than you but I'm pretty sure most people have more seriousness in one microscopic bone fragment than you do in your entire body. Don't act so surprised." She gave him a playful nudge to assure him all was well and she wasn't merely ******** with him and pretending to play nice with him just to suddenly snap without warning. It was a small peace offering of sorts, a show of appreciation. The fact that she was willing to stoop to being a goof in his presence was her way of thanking him without actually uttering the phrase to him.

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Once arriving at the apartment, Elke realized she really hadn't come up with an actual meal itinerary for the evening. From the moment she had first gone to school all the way up to her years in college, Elke had rarely been home for supper. She'd always ended up eating left overs long after the rest of her family had eaten. As a result she had never formally learned how to cook. That wasn't to say she couldn't zap something in the microwave or toast a mean bagel but the officer knew that was a far cry from being an actual culinary art. Even teenagers knew how to use microwaves and toasters so that didn't even manage to set her apart from them. There was a high probability even Lily knew how to cook better than she did and needless to say, the implications were more than shameful to the prideful blonde woman.

Unfortunately, Elke had not only invited Mason over for dinner but she had assured him that she would be making it herself so there was really no backing out for her she could foresee at this point. Already the officer's OCD, perfectionist-like tendencies had her stressing out to the max at the current task (more like torture) she had subjected herself to. She might as well have told Mason she was running for ******** president because she most certainly had a better chance of achieving that than successfully cooking a meal for her first time in front of an audience. She honestly would have preferred to be out in the field getting shot at than attempt the gargantuan task she had willingly taken on. The worst part was she had voluntarily dug her own grave in front of Mason of all people.

The officer could not help but roll her eyes and sigh at the iron man's commentary. His feigned innocence was nothing short of transparent, though she was perfectly aware that was his intention. He even went on to make another comment in attempts to get under her skin about having expected there to be more pink in the place. Everyone knew Elke was about as far from being prissy as women got and that pink would never be her first choice when it came to home decor. The blonde, however, decided to retort with a bit of her own humour, "And I imagine you probably lived in one of those large, rectangular green garbage bins before the Watch Tower took you in."

"I'd play the overly polite, gracious hostess and tell you to make yourself at home but something tells me you'll have absolutely no problems with doing so all on your own." Her comment was obviously meant to address the fact that he had already been in her apartment prior to this visit, albeit uninvited. Elke had full confidence that Mason was clever enough to pick up on her implications, though whether or not he would address them was another matter entirely. "The bathroom is down the hallway, the t.v. is in the living room and I suppose I'll fix up something for you to nibble on before supper."

The officer left Mason to his own devices, proceeding into the kitchen where she began rummaging through her cupboards in the search of some crackers when she happened across a bottle of wine. A delighted yet devious grin immediately illuminated her features as she began constructing the semblance of a plan to spare her dignity. If she were her mother she would probably claim this was a sign from God. Basically her plan boiled down to feeding Mason more alcohol than actual dinner in the hopes she might spare herself from the criticism he would surely issue her for not being able to cook if sober.

While it wasn't the most reliable or solid plan, it was the only feasible one she'd been able to come up with in the short period of time she had to work with. Not to mention that at least attempting to remedy the situation was better than doing nothing at all. The officer even went so far as to justify her actions by telling herself the last thing she needed was to give Mason more ammo against her. It wasn't as if he didn't already have numerous ways to torment her so she wasn't about to give him yet another free bonus if she had any say over the matter. It was bad enough knowing it was only a matter of time before he would hold the fact he had helped her save Lincoln over her head. Of course he wasn't going to call the favour in right at this particular moment but she knew it was only a matter of time, a figurative time bomb of sorts. It was definitely a prospect the officer was not looking forward to and even the mere thought of Mason dangling it over her head caused her to visibly cringe as she set the bottle on the counter.

Part of her wondered if she ought to just order take out and call it a night, her hands resting flat on the counter as she pondered the option briefly. Her pride, however, simply wouldn't allow her to back down. She couldn't risk Mason discovering her inability to prepare a simple meal because she happened to be a workaholic. It couldn't be that hard, could it? Preparing a meal? Sure, she'd never taken home-ec or anything remotely useful in teaching her how to cook but that didn't mean she couldn't follow a simple recipe.

Determination renewed, Elke grabbed a wine glass from the cupboard, placing it on the counter in order to pour some wine into it. She then took hold of the full glass, planning to serve it to her guest in the next room, but not before abruptly pausing and turning to place it back on the counter. While one might have suspected her pause to be out of hesitation due to morals, that was simply not the case. In fact, her second thought was that she'd might as well have a glass herself: just in the hopes it might help calm her nerves over cooking for her first time for a guy bound to make fun of her if she messed up.

To accompany the wine, she quickly cut up some cheese to go along with it: smoked Gouda being the only kind fancy enough to be deemed a 'cheese wine' in her eyes. Once she finished cutting her cheese up, she placed it in a cute china bowl before making her way out to the living room in order to offer Mason a small snack. "Hope you're okay with red," she said, first handing him the glass of wine and then setting the cheese on the table next to him.

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Of course Mason was going to accuse her of trying to check him out, he wasn’t about to let her get a peek under his shirt for any other reason. Especially if she was just going to start fussing over him. He didn’t fail to notice her cheeks flush with color, and a smirk tugged at his features in response. Then she adamantly clarified that she ‘was the last person that would ever check him out.’ He couldn’t completely hold back the eye roll when she claimed that she had no interest in intimacy or companionship. “Sure, that’s why you have a dog.” A companion. “Regardless,” On a less sarcastic note “You don’t have to be interested in buying the art to enjoy looking at it.” he gave her a sly wink.

When Elke brought up food, he admitted he could eat. Getting out of the animal hospital sounded good either way. She claimed that being worried and upset had turned her stomach into a black hole and he grinned. “Well, I can’t wait to see you eat everything in sight. Sounds interesting at least.”

He’d admitted to her that her blubbering was making him uncomfortable and she questioned whether he’d ever had an emotional girlfriend before. His brows rose in response with a slight smile on his lips. “You have no idea, Antlers…” He wasn’t going to start talking about his past, especially not with a cop, but he’d definitely dealt with an… emotional girlfriend or two. She stated that she had a hard time believing he hadn’t. Obviously because she did think he was delicious. “In fact I think I’ve reached my quota of emotionalness, so you need to get back to being a stick in the mud like usual.” he told her.

But she insisted that she’s had a rough day and that he should cut her some slack. He huffed reluctantly at her. “Fine,” he gave in “Bawl your eyes out, you big baby.” He couldn’t let her have it free and clear, after all. She seemed to be enjoying it at least. Even if it was strange to find such friendliness in her, it was better than the crying and fussing over him.

The comment on his seriousness issues a response from the iron man. “Surprisingly, you’re not the first person to tell me that.” She wasn’t even the second person to tell him that. He was aware of his reputation, and didn’t mind it. If he did he would have changed his behavior somewhere along the line. But people could think whatever they wanted about him. As long as he was having a good time, did it really matter?

He still wasn’t so sure of the blonde’s sudden change in personality, but he figured he’d go along for the ride and see where it went. He doubted he would be disappointed however it turned out. It was far more likely that she would regret inviting him over than the other way around. The odds were in his favor, so hay may as well

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At Elke’s apartment, Mason made a comment about his expectations of the place, as if he had never been there before. He hadn’t put on an Oscar worthy act, but he hadn’t been trying to convince her. She knew he had been there and there was no pretending he hadn’t in seriousness. But Mason had never been a very serious person and this worked just fine for him. She shot back to state that she expected he had lived in a garbage bin. “Mine was actually blue.” he quipped back without missing a beat.

Her comment about the fact that he would probably have no issues making himself at home caused the iron man’s brows to raise. ”Hm?” Continuing to act innocent he chose to play dumb at the underlying implications of her statement, nodding acknowledgement as she told him where the bathroom and TV were. So she just thought he was going to pee and watch TV? Well, that actually didn’t sound half bad.

As she told him that she would make him a snack and disappeared into the kitchen, he plopped down on the couch, lying down and stretching out with a yawn. He’d hardly gotten any sleep last night, and there had been a lot of excitement crammed into his day so far - including being shot. He’d been in iron form, but already bruises were forming on his human form. Something he hadn’t really known about before joining the Justice League - apparently he could be injured in his iron form. Though getting a bruise as a bullet wound was still a superpower as far as he was concerned. He would’ve been dead if not for his metallic form.

But while Elke played chef in the kitchen, he thought he’d close his eyes. Just for a minute. Just to rest them. He could already feel himself dozing off though.

The blonde returned just in time to keep him from completely passing out. He opened his eyes when he heard her voice, asking if he was okay with red. Red what?

When he turned to see what she was talking about she was shoving a glass of wine at him. He sat back up and took it from her, staring skeptically at it for a moment as she set down some cheese.

“Jesus, Elke,” he sloshed the wine around in the glass as he stared at it. “I’ve been sober for over a year now. If I’m going to throw that away it’s at least going to be on Scotch.” he admitted, setting the wine glass down on the table and grabbing a piece of cheese to pop into his mouth.

Officially he’d stopped drinking a few years ago, but had allowed himself a little sip here and there. For special occasions. He was pretty sure he hadn’t had anything alcoholic in over a year though. And having a little to drink and getting back on track wasn’t so hard, he wasn’t an alcoholic. Smoking was another story…

He looked up at her “What’s for dinner?” he asked curiously. Honestly she didn’t seem like a culinary expert. If he got something other than a frozen pizza he would be surprised. He was curious to know what she was planning though. Maybe she would surprise him.

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