DC Technomaner: Chapter 9

‘Any complications?’ Victor asked as left The House and looked for a place to hail a cab, ‘Also side note search for motorcycles in my price range, I hate the fact we had to ditch the tesla.’ 

[There were no complications however I would not categorize this as a stress test. But I believe the event you scheduled on friday should prove sufficient]
[I compiled a list of motorcycles on sale, any specifications I should know about?]

‘No I’ll look it over later tonight.’ Victor replied with a long sigh.

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Looking his freshly shaven self over in the mirror Victor tucked his shirt into his pants before straightening out his collar, ‘God I can’t remember the last time I went on a date.’ 

Without a full wardrobe Victor defaulted to a simple white button up with pleated navy blue slacks and a brown leather belt that matched his shoes. To elevate the outfit Victor rolled up his sleeves before cuffing them exposing his muscular forearms and undid the first two buttons of his shirt. 

Satisfied with his appearance Victor pulled out his phone and texted the number Stella had given him. 

{On my way to pick you up. Be there in fifteen minutes.}
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{Okay, also I feel stupid for asking this late but where are we going?}
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{It’s a surprise}
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{Well then I hope you don’t disappoint}
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{I’ll try my best}
{Quick question: how do you feel about motorcycles?}
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{I love them!}
{They were my favorite to work on over the summer!}
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{Perfect I’ll see you soon then}

Closing his phone Victor couldn’t help but grin, ‘Ah to feel young again.’ 

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Putting down the kickstand to his recently bought  2019 Yamaha VMAX Victor reached up and pulled off his helmet enjoying the cool night breeze across his face, ‘Spent two hours going around town hitting up ATMs but I finally scourged up enough cash.’ 

Dismounting his bike Victor walked up to Stella’s apartment building, and pressed the buzzer for her place. 

“Hello?” A deep heavily accented voice answered. 

“Hola, mi nombre es Víctor, estoy aquí para recoger a Stella.” Victor responded in perfect Spanish, one of the many languages he had decided to learn during his stint in Star Labs. 

“Que? Stella no me habló de ningún hombre!” 

“Papá que está en el... Oh, shit!”

“¡No me dijiste que estabas viendo a alguien!”

“¡Ya no soy una niña pequeña, papá!

“¡Siempre y cuando vivas bajo mi techo!”

After that the intercom shut off leaving Victor stunned as to what had just occurred. Some time passed and Victor was beginning to consider just calling Stella when the intercom cracked to life, “Victor are you still there?” 

“Still here,” Victor responded with a smile. 

“How much did you hear?” Stella asked clearly embarrassed

“All of it,” Victor responded honestly 

“Do you still want to go out with me?” 

“What about your father?” Victor asked, making Stella pause. 

“He wants to meet you.” Stella answered with a wince. 

“Don’t worry I’m sure we’ll get along fine.” Victor said confidently, trying to ease Stella’s fears. 

Rapping on the door with the back of his knuckles Victor waited for a second before the door opened revealing Stella who smiled apologetically, “Thanks for coming up, and sorry in advance.” 

Victor opened his mouth to respond when Stella fully opened the door to let him inside, revealing her outfit and striking him dumb. 

She was wearing a long sleeved snow white sweater dress that fit to her body like a second skin, with a slit cut out of the chest exposing the top of Stella’s more than generous breasts, and ending just below her wide hips. Which fit well with her knee high black leather boots that matched the leather choker around her neck. With a touch of make up Stella looked runway ready and tonight she was going out with him.

Realizing he was staring, Victor's eyes shot back up to Stella’s face only to see the predatory glimmer in her eyes, he had been made. 

 “Are you gonna come in, or do you want to stare a bit a longer,” Stella teased as she leaned against the door and stuck out her hip. 

“Are you trying to get me in trouble,” Victor mumbled under his breath as he stepped past Stella into the apartment. 

Looking around the modest housing Victor paused as his eyes landed on a heavily tattooed man wearing a wife beater exposing his heavily muscled frame, “So you’re the boy taking my daughter out tonight.” 

Victor dipped his head, “Yes sir.” 

The man grunted unimpressed, “How did you meet my daughter?”

“At Wayne towers Sir, she was the one who checked me in. We talked a bit and after that I asked her out so she could tell me about the city.” Victor responded respectfully. 

“Wayne towers?” Stella’s father narrowed his eyes, “You can’t be more than twenty two years old!” 

Victor smiled, “Actually I’ll be twenty next month.” 

“What?!”

Turning around Victor glanced at Stella who was staring at him with a myriad of expressions plain on her face, “Sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” 

Looking back at her father Victor saw his expression had turned down right hostile, “You’re barely even a man! And you expect me to release my daughter to you!?”

Victor’s smile turned strained, “I have presented myself out of courtesy, but you do not own Stella or control her. If she wants to go out it is her choice and I will gladly accompany her. If she wants me to leave and never see me again, I will also respect her wishes and vanish.” 

Turning around Victor faced Stella who was staring at him as if he had grown a second head, “So what will it be?” 

Stella glanced between Victor and her father before she stepped towards the door, “I didn’t put my make up on for nothing.” 

Flashing her a smile Victor nodded before looking back at her father, “No harm will come to her under my watch, and I’ll have her home before the night is over.”