Vic lays on his bed with a smile on his face as he pulls a blanket over you.

Since Vic’s accident, he hasn't been in bed with anyone. Especially not with a girl like you, a person he just met at a club while the Teen Titans were partying.

“So?” Vic asks you, his cold metal fingers on your shoulder, “How was it?”

When he was playing football, all the girls he was with said he was great. That was partially due to his popularity, and back then most of him wasn't metal.