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Dean is also in Metropolis, in a much better mood. He and Sammy have staked an apartment close to the outskirts (but not too far from the city) and he's currently raiding every house in that street for knives, booze or weaponry. Most of the gun shops have been looted by now, but he's sure that there'll still be weapons in people's houses - pistols, rifles, silver knives, dried-up garlic, whatever, he's good.

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Sokka... wrinkles his nose. "It's like their job? Dude, that's disgusting."

he idea of it. The idea of naked women... really not disgusting. But there's still one problem.

"You know my girlfriend is a superhero, right? And Canary, Oracle, and every other superpowered thing on the farm is her friend? I really don't want to die just because you think I need to see this."

"She's one of those Bat-people," Dean reminds him, reaching out to snag his collar on the way to the car. "They don't kill. Quit whining."

"Yeah, but-- um--"

Dragged and dunked into the car, Sokka looks distinctly nervous still.

Even if a part of him is mostly dreading when Mel finds out. Like they didn't have enough to tease each other about already.

Dean is grinning! He gets to spend an afternoon in a strip club and totally not consider it wasted because, dude, educating kids is important.

"You better not complain when we get there," he warns Sokka, smirking as he revs the car and they glide off down the street. "I don't want the girls gettin' pissed at us. Those high heels hurt."

"High heels?"

If Sokka knew what they were, he'd want to know exactly how Dean knows what high heels hurt.

(his feet or getting hit with them?)

"Dude. You seriously don't know what high heeled shoes are?"

This is going to be a Very Educational Afternoon.

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