Pizza Delivery

You are hesitant to take this course of action. It is by measures juvenile and foolish. But thanks to the low hiring standards of "The Pizza Place" and borrowing one of the slew of unmarked vans in your fathers criminal arsenal, you are now a proud pizza delivery driver.

The next week for you was...strange. You held certain expectations about how "normal" people were supposed to act from your training. Said expectations broke just a little more with each day on the job. First there was the man who in the midst of shaving his cat. Then there was the group of nudist maypole dancers. Then a porno shoot. Then what may as well have been an excuse for a porno shoot...

Now that had been an interesting afternoon. You actually somehow managed to keep in touch with Raul the plumber and George the pool boy after that. They were less than bright, but you admit that the time with the was enjoyable. Besides, it was only fitting for your persona to have friends outside of work.

You play your role without fault. Breaking your cover for even a moment is an open invitation for Robin to suspect you and make a wash of this entire week. Unwilling to outsource the towers operations, you haven't been able to keep track of any immediate changes to the titans or their security. It's a severe vulnerability in your infiltration strategy but secrecy is key here.

You forgo even carrying your costume in your van, too afraid of it being searched. The only external aid you can rely on is what you carry on your person. Your smart-phone is loaded with as much black-hat code as you can rip, ready to be spliced into the titans network as soon as you get inside.

Your overly large platform shoes contain six golf-ball sized impact grenades. Each with a chemical cocktail that can be altered with a few button presses to shift them from simple smoke, to knockout gas, to toxic acidic sludge. Your watch has an aerosolized animal pheromone, easily able to send most mammalian non-humans into a rut. Lastly, a small charm necklace worn against your skin completes the ensemble and creates a small mystical nullification field.

The necklace is at once the most costly and important piece in your covert arsenal. The only titan you are uncertain you can't defeat in a one-on-one battle is Raven, and that's only if she delved deep into her bloodline for more power. While you can match her in your own "enraged" state, this also deprives you of much of your tactical cunning and makes your victory less certain. Doubly true if one of the other titans becomes involved during it.

Still, you bear through it and by the end of the week the call comes in. The titans want pizza. A LOT of it. And your van is the only vehicle that can carry enough to fulfill the order. You steady yourself as you drive into the tunnel, van loaded with pizza and a not-insignificant amount of explosives. While you would like to **** the pizza first, the sheer amount coupled with beast boys animalistic senses prevents you from following through on that.

It isn't long before you complete your journey and stand at the entrance to the titans tower basement. Tilting your cap down you step out of the van and greet the half-man, half-machine Cyborg.

"Hey man, glad you got here so soon. People up there are getting Hangry."

You nod, smiling nervously. Your delivery boy performance in full swing as you start hefting the first fifteen boxes of pizza.

"So your total will be-"

"Hey do I know you from somewhere?"

"Uhm-" that shouldn't be possible. They've never seen your face. Never seen your father's face so there's no chance of catching a family resemblance.

"I do don't I!"

"That's-" he couldn't could he? He couldn't have been surveilling you this whole time? All it would take would be to find your van number, backtrace it's purchase through four shell companies-

"You're him right? That guy?"

You're about ready to throw the pizza's and hit him with two star bolts to the head-

"From the pool guy's instagram!"

Wait what?

He's quick to bob his head and pop-up a holographic display. Sure enough, it's you, Raul and George, all eating pizza off of a very naked woman, nyotaimori style.

Huh...that had happened hadn't it. You thought George just wanted to take a picture at the time for the memories. You honestly had no idea he had some...nine hundred thousand followers. What was the rest of George's life like?

"Ah man, you gotta come up and tell us about that" Cyborg pleaded.

This is your chance. But you can't blow it. Can't seem too eager. "I-I don't know. I should be getting back to dispatch for another delivery..."

"Come on man. This is a once in a lifetime chance. Tonight is the night you're gonna tell your grand kids about."

"Welllll-"

"And it's also the night you're gonna tell me how you and pool guy managed to get a MILF like this to do THAT."

"I...guess it couldn't hurt"

"BOO YAH! Come on, grab the pies and let's hurry up. Don't want to miss any more of the party."

With that you tip your head and hide a smile as you heft the other fifteen pizza's.

This honestly can't go any more perfec-