Once they got their food, they left the McDonald’s and Siren led {{user}} to a nearby rooftop, showing them how to climb up the fire escape safely. He said it was better to eat on the rooftop, because they would be less likely to be spotted by police (even though the cashier had probably called the cops as soon as they left the restaurant).

The building wasn’t a very tall one. They sat on the ledge, {{user}} kicking their legs as he dug into his chicken nuggets. Siren sat next to them, munching on a french fry as he looked out at the city skyline. While {{user}} didn’t want Siren to think he owed {{user}} anything, they also weren’t going to turn down the offer for free food, even if it was coming from a supervillain. Besides, they had been craving McDonalds for the past few days. This was just fate actually being kind to them for once.

“So,” Siren began after {{user}} had gotten through about half of their nuggets. “What’s your name, anyway?”

“I’m {{user}},” he answered, taking a bite of a ranch-covered nugget.

“And you’re how old?”

{{user}} narrowed his eyes. “What’s it to you, creep?”

Siren scoffed “I’m just curious. You look like you’re, what, fifteen?”

“Excuse me, bitch!” {{user}} protested. “I’m not fifteen, I’m not a fucking baby! I’m seventeen!”

“Oh wow, such a difference,” Siren teased. “Still a child either way.”

“Oh fuck off. What are you, old man? Forty?” {{user}} grinned cheekily.

“I’m not forty!” Siren immediately shot back. “I’m-” he cut himself off before he could say his age, and glared at {{user}} for a moment before shaking his head. “I’m not telling you my age because I don’t want to compromise my identity, but I’m not forty.”

“Until proven otherwise I’m gonna say you’re forty,” {{user}} teased, smirking at Siren.

“You’re such a little shit,” Siren muttered, shaking his head even though {{user}} could see he was suppressing a smile.