Another day in New York [Wrecker]

Everything seemed to be ready to eat within a matter of minutes and just in time in Damian's opinion, considering that he was getting really hungry. "Yeah, looks pretty hot." He said, nott hat burning himself was something that was an issue for someone like him. Unless of course the food was hotter than he thought, but then a lot of things would be melting. At the moment his mind was concocting little moves that they could do that would beat up all the bad guys, and many of them seemed fine to him. Taking his portion of food, Damian sat down and didn't really waste time before eating them.

"That might work. You could be all black and blue, and I'll get red and blue. Except neither of us are getting beat that color, would really ruin our image." Why they wanted ties did not register with Atlas, but that may have been a personal preference. "Ties are cool. I mean, they're not my thing but to each their own. Go ahead and keep them." Just thinking about himself in a tie made the male shudder.

"You weren't kidding, you're pretty good at this cooking thing." This was said before he stuffed his face once again, eyes absently looking up to the ceiling before falling back to Wrecker. "That's some waterproof paint stuff right? I mean you're not worried you'll mess it up eating right? Face paint comes in water proof kinds, right?"

f the food was no big deal for Atlas, mostly due to the fact that he had a rather impressive resistance when it came to heat. To him it just tasted really good, and so he chewed it up rather readily. That was when he realized something, a rather dire mistake. "Wow....I meant Black and red...not red and blue." Damian said more confused at how he could make a mistake like that than anything else. Chuckling in slight amusement at his own mistake, he continued to do the whole eating his food thing as his partner confirmed that the paint was indeed waterproof.

"Water would be fine for me." He answered, realizing that this place likely did not have too much when it came to drinks, unless that was thought about beforehand. "That's good. Can't have your paint just suddenly melting off in the middle of heroic stuff. Would be really counterproductive in keeping the secret identity. It's sorta why I wear I mask...except now."  He didn't feel like he needed a mask for the moment, unless Wrecker was some kind of super villain in disguise.

"Think we should start small with bank robberies or beat up more giant worms?"

"Yeah, the headset gives some missions but it's mostly just punch this giant thing or stop these guys from blowing this thing up." Granted he had just explained his first two missions ever, that felt like an accurate description of what he usually did. Just thinking back reminded him why he didn't really like worms, aside from the wriggling around anyway. With the food, and some good company Damian was more than enjoying himself for the moment. Just having the chance to talk with other people was always nice, really beat all the fighting that was expected of him.

"So yeah, taking are of everything we find works." He said with a nod after swallowing, washing that down with a gulp of water. "So what do you think we should do after we finish eating? Have anything in mind or should we just go with the flow?"

"I don't exactly get paid, but yeah they keep me funded." Atlas responded with a nod, considering whether a tour was in order or if they should get to work on the whole patrol thing. Honestly to his mind, the tour sounded much more entertaining than patrol for now, and so he would proceed with that, finishing up his speed and pushing the plate forward. "Tour it is. It shouldn't take too long anyway." Considering the size of the apartment anyway, unless the thing was a lot larger inside than it looked outside, then it would take a bit. Stretching quickly, and pleased with the food that now filled his stomach, things could get moving from here.

"Alrighty, let's get started on this tour thing." He said with a slightly merry tone, turning upon his heel, motioning for Wrecker to follow along behind him. Their first stop was what looked like a living room. It looked pretty nice, had a rather cozy looking couch and a recliner in one corner for whatever reason that he needed an extra sitting thing for. Attached to the wall was one of those new televisions his handler was talking about, the ones with definition that only he could probably ever fully see, An interesting prospect, but likely it would still look pretty nice to someone with normal eyesight too. "This is my living room, where I relax and watch whatever's good on tv. I wonder if this thing has netflix." The latter portion was more him wondering to himself than anything else.

One could say that the entire place looked really high class for an apartment, speaking volumes for his funding.

Watching the game, well that wasn't exactly what he had in mind but maybe that was something that someone he invited over could do with him in time. Granted, Damian had never personally enjoyed the thought of sports considering there were not many people that could play fairly within him in the world. Contact sports were especially dangerous considering how he would have to try majorly holding his strength back. "I guess they like me." He said with a nod, thinking about that to himself. It may have been because they went out of their way to create him, even if some would argue that  he was just meant to be a weapon more than anything else.

"I have my small workout room, but that's another thing entirely, and then there's my bedroom." With that done, he sort of motioned for Wrecker to follow him around which lead to his bedroom. The look of it was pretty nice really, it had a pretty large bed pressed against the wall with a copious amount of covers with some  It was rather nicely designed really, didn't exactly fit his vision of how his room should look but then again that may have been what his higher up thought would look nice. "This is where I lay my head down when I go to sleep. I think there' like a bathroom attached to it." Looking to a door attached to them, and with a nod recognized that.  

"Eyup. Really liking the look of the place." He said before just plopping onto the bed. "Wow, this is one of those memory foam things too."

Wrecker seemed to go on to mention that they could do with a workout room, and already he had his mind going on to imagine them more muscular. It was an interesting though, but one that would have to wait until later, when he wasn't so distracted with the tour. Seemingly curious about the memory foam mattress, Wrecker had jumped into it much like he did without so much as a bounce considering there were no springs to make it do that. "It is pretty nice. I always hear something about needing good sleep, so this is probably supposed to help with that. I mean, I don't mind a spring mattress but this one is pretty nice too." He began chattering, resting one elbow upon the matress and just sort of looking at the male who also plopped down on the bed.

"Ya know what? You should totally paint my face sometime. I mean not now of course since I don’t have any facepaints, but that would be pretty cool. Would look a lot cooler than my mask anyway." He noted with a smirk, poking the male on the nose.

It appeared his origins were a little more obvious than he thought they would be, though Damian managed to play it off well enough. "Something along those lines I guess." He noted with a soft chuckle, letting his head plop back against the bed while the male seemed to rub their nose for some reason. They seemed to like his mask, which was nice but then again the idea of facepaint was something that caught his interest a little more within the moment. "So are you painting my face or everything?" He asked with a childish grin, giving a slight wink before falling into a fit of chuckling. You could say his sense of humor was childish and you would have been right.

"But yeah, arts and crafts sounds pretty cool. Not sure if I have any paint on me, but I could probably get some if that's needed." He noted, moving into a sitting position on the bed with his legs cross.

"I guess you're right, and painting my feel sounds like it would tickle. Would require a lot of paint too, but I bet we could get a lot." He amended with a small nod, just laying on his back while his friend continued to explain the logistics of getting the paint. He had a shop that he could buy the paint from, which sounded pretty cool really. The idea of getting painted sounded cool, like something that he wanted to try at some point as he slightly followed every move that Wrecker seemed to make, especially him resting his hands on his pants. Damian found himself wondering what that meant, as apparently small gestures could mean a lot.

"I might have to? Sounds like I might not have to." He noted with a smirk, rolling onto his stomach and lazily letting his legs kick around in the air. As for if he wanted to that, well it was something that required a little thought before actually going through that. "Going to this shop of yours sounds like it could be fun. Though, I'm sorta just having fun hanging around with a cool ally like you." He added, rolling to the side and accidentally bumping into Wrecker.