The First Impression ( Matthew )

[Clint Barton]

It has been a while since Clint had been in Gotham City. He went there a lot to visit Amelia and her family,but after what happened it got harder to go back there for a while. But now that Amelia had gotten better and met someone new, he decided to go back there for a visit to meet her new man. Clint cared a lot about Amelia and she meant a lot to him, she was his best friend so he wanted to see if Matthew was a good man. Today Clint had decided to drive to Gotham. He loved driving in his car. It was nice weather outside as well ,the sun was shining and not a cloud on the sky. After a while ,Clint arrived Gotham, he looked out on the people as he drove by. This was a nice city and Clint liked it a lot.

He was meeting Matthew at a cafe,he found a parking spot not far from it. Clint stepped out of the car and locked it.He crossed the road and entered the cafe , he looked around some to see if he could spot Matthew but he couldn`t see him there yet. While waiting he ordered himself a cup of coffee and brought it over to a table and took a seat. All he had to do now was wait for Matthew to arrive. He sipped his coffee some and looked out the one window he was sitting by,tapping his fingers on the table a bit. "Where is he..?" Clint asked himself,but he had no choice but to be patient.

[Matthew Reid]

Wandering the streets of Gotham, Matthew found himself grateful for the uncharacteristically cold spring breeze. It was quite refreshing after the session Matthew had just been involved with. It had been long and difficult, but - Matthew mused silently, looking at the sidewalk as he moved - that was how things were with patients who believed themselves to be angels...

Turning the corner, Matthew thought about how it had gone - the session, that is - and considered how Raymond - Raz - had been a lot more open than in previous sessions. It was a good sign. While thinking, Matthew subconsciously walked the somewhat familiar route from the asylum to his usual cafe.

As he reached the door to the building, the doctor pulled himself from his thoughts and smiled softly. One hand left the warmth of his pockets to open the door and, somewhat relaxed, he walked to the counter, his smile still in place. He didn't have to wait long before being served, though wouldn't have minded if he had. He quite liked looking around the small cafe. It usually held a number of different people, all of whom were interesting in their own ways... With very little time to people watch, though, Matthew stepped forward to place his order while being greeted by the person serving. He was somewhat of a regular at the cafe and so a number of the staff knew him by name. It was strange how that happened, but not unwelcome. It was always nice to have a conversation with someone who didn't work in an insane asylum...

After placing his order, Matthew glanced around with interest. His gaze fell on a man with brown hair and Matthew wondered, momentarily, who he was. He didn't look like someone from Gotham, but then again Matthew wasn't one hundred percent certain what someone from Gotham looked like... Certainly not Matthew, he suspected with a glance down at his clothes. No... No one in Gotham seemed to wear mismatched items... That was a shame, really, but all down to personal taste, Matthew assumed.

"Here, Matty." The woman serving - Ruby - smiled while handing over his coffee. Matthew nodded in silent thanks and smiled back, his back now turned to the curious man. Why did Matthew get the feeling he should know him?

((Notes: Sorry about this it's a bit bleh. I wasn't sure whether they'd arranged something or not so I just kind of left that completely out of it and yeah SORRY THIS IS BAD. *hides*))

[Clint Barton]

As Clint was sitting by the table sipping his coffee, he watched the door open and close and kept an eye on the people entering the cafe to see if he could see Matthew. But one thing that Matthew didn`t know was that he had no idea Clint had come here to hear him out without planning it. He took a chance on coming here all by himself without arranging anything with Matthew. Clint took another slow sip of his coffee and then he heard the woman serving behind the counter saying the name Matty, he had to look extra at the guy who the name belonged to. Clint had to frown a bit at the looks of Matthew, but he stood up quickly and ran a hand through his hair before he called out Matthew`s name, "Matt..Matty..ah Matthew!" he said a bit louder so he could hear him.

He wasn`t sure on how this was gonna go,but he had to take a chance and talk to this guy. Clint rubbed his hands together and kept his eyes on Matthew. All these questions started to appear in his mind that he had to ask him about. "Come over here Buddy, " Clint said and smiled some to him.


This will get interesting,Clint thought to himself and hoped that Matthew would be cool about this, even though they had never met or spoken to eachother before.

[Matthew Reid]

Paying for the coffee, Matthew almost didn't hear the man call his name. His eyebrows drew together and he turned his upper body to look for who had spoken. By the looks of things, it had been that guy that Matthew had been curious about. Well, that was... Unexpected. He didn't recognise the voice, though walked over to him anyway. If Matthew didn't know him, then how did he know Matthew's name?

Criminal hacked the asylum records.

Oh, hello paranoia. Matthew had almost forgotten about that little voice in the back of his mind which immediately thought up the paranoid ramblings that usually made him rather nervous, though this guy did not look like a criminal. He looked more like a police officer... Had the right build for a police officer, but didn't seem particularly assertive. It was possible he was a police sniper... That made sense... Someone who didn't talk much, wasn't particularly assertive... Made sense.

Or he's a mob boss and he's gonna kill you. Run!
Really? Really?
It's possible! This is Gotham...

Matthew frowned at his thoughts before reaching the man. His frown remained, though turned questioning as he looked somewhat uncertain.

"I- Um... Sorry... D-Do I... Do I know you?" He asked, stuttering a little, the hand not holding his coffee slipping into his pocket as his shoulders hunched slightly, somewhat protectively. Maybe the paranoid voice telling Matthew that this guy was going to kill him was beginning to get to him... "It's just... Um... I... Uh... I don't recognize you... S-Sorry..." He trailed off, his heart beginning to thud uncomfortably in his chest.

Stop it! He won't kill you... Probably just wants to talk about... Um...
The right gun to shoot someone in the head with?
Not helping.

Matthew chewed on his bottom lip softly before taking a sip of coffee to hide his face from view as his cheeks warmed with a hint of a blush. As he brought the cup away from his mouth, his head lowered and his gaze flicked to the floor momentarily before moving back to the man, though not looking him in the eye. At this particular moment in time, Matthew could think of many places he would rather be than here... One of them was most certainly Arkham, which seemed mean to Matthew but at the same time he knew why he didn't want to be here. Someone he didn't know who knew his name and was most likely an alpha male? Yeah, that was pretty much it...

[Clint Barton]

As Matthew had responded to Clint calling his name out, he looked at him and smiled some. He took an extra look on the guy as he was walking over to Clint. He was very curious on Matthew and wondered what kind of a guy he was. Clint crossed his arms over his chest. As Matthew came over to him, he could tell on his face expression that he looked a bit insecure and a bit confused, but Clint didn't blame him for that.

Clint looked at him and shook his head some, "Ah no..you don't know me at all, but you will " he said. By the first impression,Matthew didn't seem like the tough guy who walked around with a gun on him, or got into any trouble. "Yeah i know..and please, have a seat Matthew ,just want to talk with you that's all" Clint said and smiled some. He unfolded his arms,"The name's Clint Barton " he said and looked at Matthew, who now seemed to be nervous. "Sit" Clint said again and took a seat himself and sipped his coffee some.

It was time to bring the questions onto the table and see if he was a good guy who took care of Amelia.

[Matthew Reid]

At the words, Matthew frowned again. Why would he? He could feel a hint of panic edging forward, perching on his thoughts. This wasn't good. It couldn't be good! Why would it be good? That just wasn't how life did things with Matthew. It was bad and the only thing that had been good recently was meeting Amelia and everything that had come from that. Oh no, what if this was an ex?! At least he, seemingly, wasn't psychotic. It was a nice change from the patients of Arkham, anyway...

His body language became more protective the more the man - Clint - spoke. His shoulders hunched more as though expecting the need to protect himself, though he didn't sit with the 'have a seat'. This wasn't a comfortable situation. A complete stranger had called him over before telling him that Matthew would know him. Not only was Matthew reminded of every single story line in horror movies, but his paranoia was beginning to pick up panic and he was pretty certain a cafe was not the place to have a panic attack...

At the 'sit', Matthew did so. It was somewhat slow, though, and Matthew did nothing to make it seem like he was staying around. His hands both held his cup in front of him, his gaze fixated on the object. This was really not comfortable for him. It just seemed strange and Matthew didn't do strange situations. He tended to avoid them whenever possible... Deciding that he couldn't avoid this one, though, Matthew bit at the inside of his bottom lip gently before thinking of a question.

"Wh-What was it that... That you wanted to talk to me a-about?" He asked, his voice quite soft as one hand moved from his drink momentarily to push his glasses up his nose. He seemed to find the table quite interesting to look at, now, as he determinedly didn't look at Clint. Intimidated? Slightly... No, very. He was very intimidated. It was just everything about Clint... Granted, Matthew had been slightly intimidated by Amelia too but that was only after he'd found out she wasn't dying... Okay, not the best first meeting but at least they met...

[Clint Barton]

Clint kept looking at Matthew who seemed to be very uncomfortable at the moment. He frowned some as he didn't really understand what there was to be nervous about. But he shrugged it off. Clint looked around some before he looked back at Matthew, it seemed like he was about to run away or pass out on the spot. But Clint just grinned a bit,getting the picture now. A stranger just calling out his name in a cafe like he knows him from before when they have never met before. And Clint's body language could have something to do with it too, standing there confident and a look on his face that could easily make you think he was there to kick your ass, someone Clint was very good at,but at this time he wasn't gonna leave one single bruise on Matthew's face or body ,so far at least.

As Matthew responded the next time Clint told him to sit ,he looked at him slightly,trying to take in who he was. Clint sipped his coffee some more, looking at Matthew as he spoke, "I want to talk to you about someone we know in common..Amelia Blake." Clint said and looked at him ,seeing that Matthew didn't look back at him, Clint sighed and slammed his fist hard against the topic of the table to get the attention from Matthew, 'Hey, my eyes are up here buddy " Clint said and pointed at his eyes.


"I prefer that you look at me when we're talking, Matthew " he said and looked at him. "SO..first question..Where and when did you meet Amelia ? are you treating her kindly ? do you treat her with respect ?" ,suddenly all kinds of questions just fell out of Clint's mouth.

[Matthew Reid]

Matthew began fidgetting a little as Clint spoke. Talk about Amelia. Oh god, was he a brother? Did she have brothers? Reeling in his thoughts, Matthew gave a small nod to show that he understood before the other man slammed his hand against the table. Matthew jumped, the chair legs grated against the floor and his eyes flicked to Clint's face though not to his eyes. It was close enough. His eyebrow raised slightly at the next words of what Clint preferred. Well, Matthew preferred not to get scared out of his seat just for not looking up but that was life... Pushing the urge to actually say that aside, Matthew shifted in his seat.. This was getting worse, and now Matthew hid behind sipping at his coffee even though it was way too hot in order to hide the hint of a blush that had crept onto his cheeks.

Glancing at him while putting the cup back down as he began what seemed to be an interrogation, Matthew raised his eyebrows. First question?! First three was more like it... Matthew looked somewhat insulted at the third question, though, at least now Matthew knew that he didn't have the worst issues with trusting people in the world... Sitting up a little, Matthew's gaze flicked back to the coffee momentarily before he looked at Clint again, though still not looking him in the eye.

"Um... Feb-February... Eighth..." His voice seemed to want to actually die, making Matthew pause for a minute, his eyes flicking back down again. "I-It was in the middle of... Of the park... Snowing." He glanced at Clint while seemingly slumping a little in his seat. Could the ground swallow him yet? Could it just save him from what was happening? That would be helpful... And rather nice, too. It would mean not having to talk to Clint, anyway... "Kind is relative... A lot of things are... It all depends on your personal standards as to kind... Someone might consider so much as talking to someone as a kind thing to do while someone else might consider..." Matthew thought for a moment before continuing. "Giving someone a present to be the minimum of kindne-" He froze and looked at the cup again as the blush came back. "Um... S-Sorry... Yes..."

Because sometimes, just saying yes really was enough.

In answer to the third question, Matthew merely nodded, somewhat worried that he'd somehow manage to ramble about 'respect'. He probably would ramble about 'respect'... Especially about the entire origin of the word - how it came from respectus, which in turn came from the Latin respicere which meant 'look back at' and was eventually turned to 'respect' as it was known today through the Old French respect - and the multiple different meanings of the word but he stopped himself before he could start. The last thing he needed to do was to ramble about the meanings and origins of words. That was ridiculous and not exactly helpful... His gaze turned back to Clint momentarily before he hid behind his drink again by drinking some more.