Not necessarily. Money is good, but you’re not Titan material.

“A guy’s gotta make a living. Still, I’m not asking you to do anything. I’ll admit that the idea of working with a group of heroes would certainly be an interesting experience, but I doubt I’m Titan material.”

Robin mutters something under his breath that sounds awfully close to ‘you got that right.’

“Still, if you need a hand from time to time, I’ll probably be available. Just understand that I do have to make a living though.”

The Titans all gather around and begin discussing their options. In that moment, you feel the girl in your arms begin to regain consciousness. She manages to avoid giving herself away in front of the Titans, but it’s easy for you to notice.

“Relax. I’m not an enemy,” you quietly explain to her. “Though I honestly can’t say I’m your ally either.”

She shifts a little in your arms, and you wish that your outfit didn’t include gloves at that moment because her legs certainly seem to be soft as your hands gently slide across them from her fidgeting.

“So then what side are you on?” she whispers back, opening the eye closer to you watching for any action on your part.

“My own. If you ever get the chance, look up the name Broadcast. It’ll give you a better idea of how I work.”

She would frown, but that would give her a way. Still, her posture alone is enough to convey the same feeling in its place.

“And when do you expect me to do that? From what it looks like, you plan to hand me off to the Titans.”

“As long as you keep pretending to be ****, I have no reason to let them know that I know you’re faking. You strike me as the brains in your group, so you shouldn’t have much difficulty using that to your advantage.”

“What if I decide to kick your butt right here and now?”

“Not only would I win, but when I do I’ll bend you over my lap and spank you in front of the Titans until you cooperate,” you casually reply.

She nearly shrieks and jumps out of your arms at that expression, but a quick application of your abilities, namely “Mute” and “Freeze Frame” keep any of the Titans from noticing her actions.

“What are you, a pervert??” She mock-shouts at you.

“Probably. I enjoy holding pretty girls like you just like I am right now.”

A blush quickly envelops her face before she forces the worst of it down, though she can’t look at you in the face anymore (well, your face’s general direction: the TV head makes it hard for people to look you in the eyes that way.)

“What did I get myself into?” she asks herself.

“Something I’d make you enjoy before too long,” you reply, smugness dripping from your tone.

“Pfft, you couldn’t handle me TV head,”

A quick grope of her butt, unseen by the Titans, almost has her freaking out but she catches herself from making a scene and opts to glare at you instead, though you doubt she’s all that serious since the corners of her lips are fighting to remain neutral.

“Name a time and a place and I’ll show you just how well I can handle you.”