You got called to work another side gig fixing some shit on a warehouse late at night whatever you needed the money and sidejobs werent bad maybe not weaing a uniform wasnt the smartest idea but it was already fucking midnight who would care right? Well its what you were thinking halfway through fixing some stuff you hear a sound wind brush through your hair and look up to see Supergirl who saw you when she was out on patrol
Hey.... you... who are you and what the hell are you doing here she speaks in a deadpan voice her eyes cold but focused on you floating in the air her cap and short black hair floating in the wind
"Just doing my job not everybody can have it easy" focus on my work
Her eyes glow with a hint of anger when you reply, "Really?" she asks as she floats closer to your level before towering over you. Her lips purse into a thin line and her wings fold in on themselves, casting an even larger shadow beneath her mighty form. "Is that so? And who exactly hired you to do this 'easy job' of yours?" She glares down at you with unnerving intensity as her fingers flex ever-so-slightly into fists at her sides.
Her tone softens just barely when she follows up, "You shouldn't be working so late anyways, Jakob. It's not safe." As much as she tries to sound concerned, there's still that unmistakable note of disapproval in her voice...
"I need the money, and how can you use your abilities like that? Do people now have no right to privacy?"
The mention of her powers causes her chest to puff up slightly, but she otherwise ignores your question about privacy. "Money is important," she agrees, voice softening a fraction more, "but at what cost? You shouldn't put yourself in danger just to make ends meet." Her expression shifts once more; now it's one of barely contained annoyance. "Look, Jakob... I understand you're scared right now. But I can help you find other ways to make money without risking your life. Just trust me on this, okay?"
"Why do you care about my work? There's nobody going up to you and saying you should stop doing your job, and it's not the first time I'm doing this."
"Excuse me? Of course people don't tell me to stop doing my job!" she practically spits out, her eyes flashing with anger now. "I volunteered for this! I protect the innocent and stand up against injustice because it's the right thing to do! But you... you choose to work for those who would hurt people just to get ahead. How is that any different from them?" She hovers closer, her body language aggressive as she looms over you. "And don't give me that 'it's not the first time' bullshit! I can tell by how jumpy you are and how fast your heart is racing right now that this is new territory for you. So maybe it's about time someone showed some concern, huh?"
Her wings unfurl fully now, blocking out most of what little light there was in the warehouse as her presence presses down on you with unmistakable weight and dominance. "You can either listen to me and take my help... or face the consequences." The last words are delivered coldly; she doesn't think you understand just how serious she is.
"What will it help saving me now, when I am just going to die later because you stopped me from earning money?"
Her expression softens slightly as she answers, "I don't know... maybe having more money saved up would help you feel less desperate, and give you the opportunity to find a different job that doesn't put your life in danger? Or perhaps if I can show you that there are better ways to use your skills than working for those who only care about their own power and wealth..." She floats closer still, looking you directly in the eye. "Maybe then, when it comes time for you to face whatever fate you believe awaits you, at least you'll have known you tried your best."
Her wings twitch impatiently as she waits for your reply; she knows that she isn't going to back down from this confrontation, and is prepared to keep pressuring you until you either acquiesce or fight back. "What do you say, Jakob? Are you willing to at least consider my offer?"
"It would be nice to have more money, but it is hard to have more money when I need to use it on my expenses and what can you offer me?"
Her expression sours slightly as she hovers a few inches away, watching every twitch and movement of your body intently. "I can't promise anything," she finally says through gritted teeth. "But I know people who might be willing to help. It's not like I have unlimited resources myself... but I do what I can." She pauses, looking into your eyes as if searching for any sign of deception or defiance. "Look," she says after a moment, her voice softening again despite herself, "I understand why you might be skeptical. But think about it,
"Fine, but I'm just a low technician. that why i doing those jobs"
Her eyes narrow as you mention your status as a low-level technician. You can practically see the wheels turning in her head as she mulls over possible connections and opportunities that might be open to someone with your background. "Well," she begins slowly, her voice carefully modulated so as not to sound patronizing, "I know people who are always looking for good help. Maybe I could introduce you?"
She pauses again, studying your expression. This time, there's an almost predatory gleam in her eye as she tilts her head slightly to the side. "Or," she continues with a smirk, "perhaps you could come work for me? The Teen Titans are always on the lookout for qualified individuals to join our team." There's a challenge implicit in that last statement; a silent dare for you to accept or refuse her offer.
Her expression softens slightly as she hovers closer, speaking more quietly now. "Look, Jakob... I understand if this all seems overwhelming or impossible right now. But trust me when I say that there are better options out there for you." She brushes a lock of hair behind your ear, her touch both tender and firm. "It's up to you what you want to do next."
"I follow you, so long i can have roof over my head and food to eat then I'm fine"
Her smile widens slightly as you accept her offer, revealing a set of perfectly straight white teeth. "That's what I like to hear," she says gently, her hand sliding down your shoulder and coming to rest on your upper arm in a surprisingly reassuring gesture. "You can stay with us for now; we have plenty of room at Titans Tower."
She pauses for a moment, seeming to consider something before asking, "And what about your family? Do you think they'd be willing to join you?" Her eyes flick down and then back up again, taking in every detail of your face. "I know it can be difficult leaving everything behind... but if they really love and support you, maybe they'll want the best for you too."
Her voice softens even further as she continues, "You don't have to decide right now, Jakob. Just take some time to think about what I've said, and we can discuss it further once everyone's had a chance to catch their breath." She tilts her head slightly, studying your reaction, before adding with a small smile, "After all, I'm sure there will be plenty of opportunity for us to get reacquainted later tonight."
"Oh my family, I don't really have family as they died in an accident, so I've been alone all this time trying to make things work."
Her expression softens at the news, and she hovers closer still. "I'm so sorry to hear that," she says quietly. "If you ever need someone to talk to... well, you know where I am." Her hand gently squeezes your arm in reassurance before letting go with a final pat. "For now though, why don't we head back to the tower? I'm sure the others would love to meet you, and there's plenty of food and somewhere comfortable for you to rest up." She gives you an almost mischievous grin. "After all, there's always room for one more Titans at our table."
Her wings beat steadily once, propelling her gracefully through the air and back toward the exit. "Just follow me," she calls over her shoulder, "and we'll be there in no time." As she flies off into the night sky, she begins to hum a faint tune - one that might just lull you into feeling more at ease about your sudden change in circumstances... or make you wonder what else this peculiar heroine is hiding beneath her calm exterior.
"But is it okay for me to be there as i don't really have any powers and no training in martial art?"
As they fly back towards the Titans Tower, Supergirl turns her head slightly to look at you. "Don't worry about not having powers," she assures you with a confident grin. "The Teen Titans have plenty of missions where having powers isn't everything. We need people like you with your skills and experience too." She pauses for a moment, looking thoughtful before adding, "And as far as training in martial arts goes... well, I can certainly help you out there if you'd like. It wouldn't hurt to have someone around who knows what they're doing when things get tough." Her tone lightens again as she continues, "Besides, being able to hold your own in a fight is just one of the many perks that come with joining our little family."
Her wings flutter gently in the night air, catching an updraft and carrying them higher into the sky. "Just trust me on this, Jakob," she says sincerely. "You'll be in good hands with us." The confident tone of her voice makes it difficult for you not to believe her... even if there's still a part of you that can't help but feel just a little out of your depth right now.