The Pond, the Ducks, the Red Head (open)

[Angel]

Angel walked slowly along the streets of Bludhaven. It was late at night and dark as well. Not many people were out at this time, especially in Bludhaven. She had heard once it had a nickname somewhat in relation to Gotham, but she didn't remember. Angel wasn't wearing her regular clothes of a black tank top, leather pants and boots. No, instead she wore jeans, a white tank top, and a long coat. It wasn't that she had just decided to change her look after having been robbed of all her powers, it just hid how sickly she was. Since about a month before when she had the Gods ripped from her body by Doom, she had lost an unhealthy amount of wieght, the headaches that she had constantly on earth, were now a torment, her skin was pale as marble and her eyes were no longer even a dull green, but a sickly grey green color.
Oh, how her eyes used to shine. When she was merely, a Wannabe Hero, a teenager.
Slowly, the red head made her way to a park bench that was a few feet from a small pond. If anyone had heard of Angel and was ever wanting to look for her, she would most definately be found here. Sitting on this same bench, staring out at the pond with the same blank expression. Angel's stomache churned. This was something she had gotten used to. Becuase she no longer had her power, her health on earth was depleting, and she was getting sicker and closer to death everyday. She figured if she was boing to die soon becuase of health problems, then she might as well just give up.
She could barely train in her gym at home for more than twenty minutes when she used to be able to go on for hours on end. Now it got her out of breath to just jog half a mile when she used to run five at full speed.
With a sigh she leaned forward and rested her chin in her hands, her elbows resting on her legs. There wasn't anything she could think of to do, nothing to keep her mind off her bad health and knowing that Doom was soon to take on the world. He may have even been able to summon the Rozycots among other weapons with out even trying.
Her eyes stared at the ground, as if tryin to memorize a pattern in the dirt. Hearing a small noise, she looked up to see two ducks floating along in the pond side by side. She watched the ducks for a long time, until finally they waddled to shore and rested under a tree near her.

[Dick Grayson]

Dick Grayson had fallen from grace, in the worst sense of the word. His body had recently been almost destroyed after being dropped onto an iron wrought fence. He could almost feel the metal ripping through his flesh when he closed his eyes. His body ached almost constantly, and tonight was no exception. He could only be thankful his Titans were so patient with him and that his friends had supported him so well. But the man still felt like a failure.

Dick had come to one of the few quite and safe parks in the area to think. He struggled with his crutches. This was what it was like to be helpless. It was a foreign feeling to the hero. He hated it. More than anything he wanted to run, jump, and kick some heads in. But for now he had to hobble along slowly, crutched jammed beneath his sore armpits.

He made his way through the nearly empty park, with the weight of the world on his shoulders and a million thoughts ripping through his mind. He sighed deeply, his side hurting horribly. he had exerted himself enough for the moment and sat at a lone bench.

[Angel]

With a sigh, Angel rested her arms along the back of the bench. Laying her head back, her hair flowed down over the back and she stared at the sky. She thought it was funny how a millin giant balls of gas and fire up there, and things barely went wrong with them. But down here on earth, where people were small and feeble compared to the stars, and millions of things went wrong with them.
She stared at the skies for a long time. It was peaceful, until she heard something across the pond. As she raised her head and looked outward, where she saw a figure. As she watched, she realized that it was a man, who had crutches. Narrowing her eyes, she almost stood and ran away. It was Dick. The very last person she needed to see right now. But still, she wondered why he was using crutches. It wasn't strange for the vigilante to get hurt, that was obvious, but he actually looked like he was in a lot of pain.
With a sigh, she admited defeat. Standing from her bench, she slowly made her way along the edge of the pond. Her hands were shoved inside the pockets of her long coat. As she was only feet away, she half turned around, considering leaving. After a second thought, she turned back and approached the bench he was sitting in.
As she got closer, she realized he did look pretty awful. She half sighed and tried to sound as nice as possible.
"Hey...what happened to you?"
She asked still standing like a statue.

[Dick Grayson]

Dick was sitting on the bench and peering out at the tiny man-made lake. He watched as a few ducks floated across the gentle surface and sighed as he leaned forward on one of his crutches. The man felt like crap, to say the least. His eyes stayed glued on the dark water for some time until he heard someone approaching.

He looked up but couldn't quite make out the figure. As the person drew closer, they became lit by the nearby street lamp. He raised an eyebrow as the former friend came closer. It had been months really. He peered up at her and stayed silent to her question for some time before deciding to answer.

"Trenton tried to kill me", he finally released the information.

[Angel]

Angel slightly stepped forward. She blinked and looked to the side. She didn't know who he was talking about to be honest, but the name did sound familiar. But to say the least, which she didn't, it made her stomache churn.
Finally moving forward, she sat down on the bench akwardly.
She wanted to know why someone tried to kill him, but then again she didn't. The subject of death was just a bad thing at the moment for her.
AFter a long pause, she slightly looked up. There was one question weighing on her mind that she had to know, and it was now or never. Literally.
"Do you....hate me?"
The question itself sounded odd, even to her. Especially now, like this.

[Dick Grayson]

Dick looked up and saw the look of confusion in her face. He sighed and painfully shifted positions a little. "Old friend of mine", he explained as he stared forward blankly. He would have gone into more detail, maybe. If it was someone he trusted at all.. But it wasn't. It was someone who had turned their back on him. Even when he had tried to help.

"I don't hate you", he answered her question without a moments hesitation. "But, I don't exactly trust or even like you at the moment.."

[Angel]

At his answer, she almost smiled. Instead, she just leaned back on the less than comfortable bench.
"That I believe and understand,"
She said bluntly, before resting her hands in her lap. Of course he wasn't going to like her, not after their last encounter.
"And I don't blame you, it's how you are."
She said after a short pause. One side of her wanted proof of just being disliked and not hated, the other side just said to shut up and deal with it.
After a long pause and being in thought, she sort of smiled, in a pained kind of way that was her own.
"I'm just really not a like-able person anymore. I just wanted to know if you hated me or not."
It was something that never excaped her. Everytime the woman knew she was going to get in some kind of trouble, or in this case die soon, she wanted to know things from people who were her friends. Or in this case, used to be.

[Dick Grayson]

Dick Grayson stared at the redhead as she began to talk. He smiled and shook his head only slightly. Here he was, nearly crippled and she felt like talking about her personality. But he didn't know what might have been going on with her, so he decided not to dwell on it. He closed his eyes and rested his chin on the padding on his crutch. It was late and he had already pushed himself beyond his current limit.

"It's how most people are", he pointed out. "So what have you been up to? Besides making me age prematurely due to worry", he cracked.

[Angel]

Angel side glanced at Dick as he seemed to smile and shake his head. For a moment, she debated pulling a lock of his hair, but that was stupid and immature, and also he was not in the condition and definately wouldn't be in the mood. But as he asked what she was up to, she raised an eye brow. Crossing her legs and laying her arms back on the bench she let out a long sigh.
"What have I been up to? Let's see, too much to name. But if you want the most recent, other than being a jumped assassin, I had my powers taken from me...."
She trailed off a bit, turning her head to the side. After a moment, she looked back to Dick.
"And you? Other than getting killed?"
She asked as casually as possible. It was actually kind of hard for the woman to have a 'normal' conversation with some one like this. It had been so long. The only people she had talked to in the last five years, was her servant Lishell, and then some evil people who she killed after a few words.

[Dick Grayson]

Dick glanced upwards, with tired blue eyes as she began to speak. He listened a bit uncomfortably as she explained what she had been up to as of latel. He felt guilty in a way. Both Angel and Trenton had been very good friend of his, and he had allowed both to become assassins and had over time become distances from both. There were several parallels in the situations, and Dick was aware of them.

"Looks like we've both had our powers stolen from us", Dick said with a crooked smirk as he peered down at his bandaged body. He gave her a look of question, wondering what had happened with her powers.

"Been concentrating on the Titans, and trying to get a little justice for the Untouchables", he said in a low and whispered voice.

[Angel]

After a momen, Angel looked up when he spoke of both of them having their powers stolen away. With a half hearted laugh she also smirked.
"Ha, yeah. Funny thing though...."
In her mind she trailed off, not even able to finish her 'explaining' in her head. Out of the corner of her eye, she cought the small question in his face. Of course, her powers were taken, but why? Who? How? Common questions that would linger with such.
He then spoke of the Titans and the Untouchables. Again, she was at a loss. She knew Dick lead a team called the Teen Titans, but she didn't know of the Untouchables.
Must have been another Earth war thing. AFter all, during the war on earth, she was in a war in Zemgartanen, her home.
Followed by a long silence she slightly looked up. She opened her mouth to speak, but faced him, and couldn't. Clenching her jaw she looked away and leaned forward slightly, resting her elbows on her knees and chin her her palm.