(A/N) Holy fuck I took a long time to release this chapter. I just needed a lil break from writing. Sorry guys!

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Dave was staring in a mirror and he had no fucking clue what he was looking at. It was weird and red and tight and made him look like the weird love child of Superman and Spider-Man. Actually, he looked like the weird love child of Superman and Spider-man's outfits. It was just a giant mess of spandex and weird rubbery-leathery material that hugged him in all the wrong places. To be blunt, he looked stupid.

"No." Dirk raised an eyebrow at that.

"No what? It's good. It suits you."

"Maybe it'd suit me if I was one of those gay ghosts on American Horror Story but I'm very much not a ghost and I'm not on American Horror Story." The other Strider had a blank expression. "You know, in the first season? The two gay ghosts in the house? One wears the black leather suit? The other one gets mad because it's not real? Why am I explaining this to you! This outfit is dumb and I demand it be returned to wherever you got it."

"I made it you dick. And it took a lot of effort so you're wearing it at least once." Dave sighed and looked himself over once more. God he looked so stupid. "It's better than my outfit at least. I look like complete douchebag."

"Just because you look like one doesn't mean I have to look like one too ya know." Dave turned away from the mirror and began the difficult task of peeling this skin tight suit off him. "That torch is one I refuse to pass on. The superhero deal was too overwhelming already, I don't know what I would do if I had to parade around looking like I have a boner just because my suit is that tight."

"Okay okay I get it." Dirk sighed. "But if you don't like this one then what do you want instead? I don't want to make another suit that's up to my standards that you'll hate, that'll just mean more work for me." Dave thought for a moment, pulling the top half of his outfit off.

"Something like that dude you're always fighting. His outfit is cool."

"I know you know his name," Dirk spoke bluntly as he took the top from Dave's hands, "you practically stalk The Red Baron. Why? I will never understand. He's just a villain with no meaning. All he does is cause destruction with no real motives. Like a kid throwing a tantrum randomly."

"Yeah but he's cool." Dirk scoffed.

"Oh yeah. So cool. He's even cooler when he manages to slip past me and drain all the blood out of a random citizen. So cool."

"Okay you know what I meant. What he does isn't cool but he is cool. Like, the dude even has his own Twitter account! A verified one, which in this day and age is like winning an award. What the hell man. How does one do that? Like, how does he have his own twitter account and manage to never get tracked down? He's a genius."

"Anyone can turn off their locations Dave. And it isn't cool, it's really fucking dumb. He is a super villain and he's treating this as if he were some celebrity which further proves the fact that he has no motives and that he's a moron." Dave managed to pull off the pants without stumbling down to the ground. He rolled his eyes and tossed them to his brother.

"Whatever. His powers are cool though, that is something you have to admit. Blood powers, how do you even get that? Mutation? Was he born that way? Was he cursed?"

"Curses aren't real. That's just old wives tales."

"Really? You're saying that? You of all people are saying that? You're saying curses aren't real in a world where you can rip the souls out of people and he can drain the blood from others?"

"Okay, fine. It could be a curse and yeah his powers are impressive but they aren't being properly controlled. If you really pay attention half the time the blood he is "controlling" is going crazy."

"Well I'm sure it's pretty damn hard to control those giant masses of blood. And I'm sure it was hard for you to control your wacky pink lightning. And I'm sure it'll be hard for me to control my powers so you really shouldn't be talking crap." Dirk gave the younger Strider and look of disbelief.

"I really don't understand why you're defending him. He kills people and destroys buildings and he's just downright terrible. He's the villain and pretty soon you're going to be the superhero fighting him so I suggest you try to get rid of that 'he's so cool' mentality and start reminding yourself that he can, might, and probably will kill you mercilessly."

Dave rolled his eyes and dismissed what Dirk said. He could still kick The Red Baron's ass and fanboy over him. It's not like he looked up to him or whatever. Dirk was just being too worrisome over something small and insignificant. Perhaps even a little jealous.

Dave walked back to his room, once getting there he pulled on some old clothes. He was flying out to his new home tonight. By flying out he was literally going to fly out there. Neither Dirk nor Dave were going to cough up those hundreds of dollars to fly somewhere with a bunch of snooty passengers when they could fly there themselves free of charge and take in the scenery peacefully. 

His stomach was in excited knots. Obviously he was excited. For the first time in what felt like forever he would see Karkat again- in real life of course. The thought of that was enough to put a smile on his face. 

Dave's laptop dinged, a Skype notification no doubt. He looked over and sure enough there was the blue Skype logo with Karkat's screen name right next to it. The smile on the soon-to-be superhero's face widened as he clicked on the small message box and read what his friend sent to him.

Like every other day, it was just Karkat telling Dave about his day. Which two people started a fight, what he had for lunch, which dumb-ass teacher assigned too much homework or gave him a test, what weird conversation he overheard during lunch or any in between class break he had, and finally what he did with Cronus that day. That last part he could live without knowing but Dave didn't want to tell Karkat that. It'd be a dick move! It didn't matter though, what mattered was that at least Dave was blessed enough to have a friend who loved to talk about any and everything and he was one to love hearing that talk about any and everything.

As the night dragged on the conversation did as well. Eventually Dave had to bid Karkat goodnight. He sat there contently for a moment with his laptop closed shut in front of him. Dirk walked in and motioned to his brother that it was time to go. The younger Strider sat there a moment before standing up, gathering his things and heading out into the night sky.