sirenspull_logs | So I knew you once upon a time ago...

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So I knew you once upon a time ago...

Who: Tim Drake(

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When: 2/29, early afternoon
Where: The S.S. Kahve
Summary: Tim decides to check up on someone kind of familiar. She does more checking up then he does, though.
Warnings: Language, if at all.

He wasn't quite sure what to expect, in meeting Lois now. She wasn't too different from the one he had met before; with Clark, not pleased with Batman, a ruthless reporter. She was cool. She'd always been cool. But Tim was nervous; the last time he'd talked to her, it wasn't about anything important. He'd stayed away from most of the Supers after Kon died, and that included anyone married to one.

Plus, he was still sick. Catching his reflection in the window as he got to the coffee house, he swallowed nervously. Maybe this had been a bad idea. He didn't look that bad. A little more pale then usual, but then, he was a kid who did things at night, so he never had much of a tan to begin with.

Maybe she'd pass it off as nerves. He'd try to do just that. Going inside, he looked around for her; not finding her there yet, he went and got some tea, taking a seat in the corner to wait.

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Lois headed straight for the counter when she arrived; no matter what, first order of business was making sure there was not too much blood in her caffeine stream. If asked, clearly the extra pastries she also picked up were for a hungry teenage boy. Obviously.

(Though if he didn't want any she was confident they'd disappear somehow.)

Once she had her order, however, it was time to scan the crowd for Tim. It was slightly more difficult than she might have liked, given that she'd never actually met Tim without a mask on--

But Lois Lane was hardly about to let a little thing like a mask stop her from finding the person behind that superhero. She never did, and certainly wasn't about to start now. Besides, how hard could it be to find a black-haired teenager?

Coffee. Coffee was a good thing, and Tim was in the middle of taking a sip of his when he saw her walk in. It wasn't that she and the other Lois were identical; if anything, they weren't, really. A little similar, but there was some very large noticeable differences.

But the way that she walked right into the place and didn't let anyone stand in her way? Tim definitely remembered that aura about her from the other one. And well. There was the fact that when he met her during the holidays, she wasn't wearing a mask. He was very good at remembering faces.

Raising a hand, he smiled, setting his cup back down on the table.

"Hey, Ms. Lane!" He called out.

Lois glanced in the direction of that voice, and immediately smiled. Definitely the other boy at Thanksgiving. She headed over without hesitation.

"Hi, Tim." When she reached his table, she set her pastries down and peered inside to pick out a maple donut. Taking a bite, Lois returned her attention to the boy and shook her head. "Seriously, just Lois. You're practically family."

Taking a sip of her coffee, she glanced around. The coffee shop was as busy as ever, and-- well, this was one of Bruce's kids. More than just being one of Bruce's kids, he looked a little... pale. Not the kind of pale that would come from never seeing daylight or having naturally alabaster skin. Something was up; the kid needed to talk. Well, if anyone understood about difficult parents, it was Lois. "Do you want to stay here, or should we take a hike?"

"Lois," Tim nodded. He was a little used to certain adults telling him he could call them by their first name, but the reflex of using a formal name had always stuck with him ever since his mom taught him how to address people.

"Whichever you'd like to do. It's nice out today, though," Tim said, standing up and picking up his coffee, taking a sip. "So maybe a hike would be good."

Lois nodded and lead the way out. "Figure might as well take advantage of good weather before the next hailstorm turns up."

It was as good a reason as any to head outside and start looking for somewhere out of the way to sit down. "Haven't seen you for a while," she comments quietly. "You doing okay?"

After all, as much as she liked the Batkids in general, they rarely seemed to come to her. Then again, it made some sense: she was a civilian, and Bruce was... probably not likely to encourage sane socialization.

"Exactly," Tim nodded, and he quickly saw a bench, leading her to it quickly before anyone else took him.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Well, as okay as any of us ever are, you know?" Tim smiled. "Been feeling under the weather lately, and I haven't really talked to anyone besides Black Bat, so. I wanted to catch up, I guess. See other people."

Lois gave him a distinctly approving look. "Neither Bat seems particularly inclined to good sense like that. I really should talk to her more, though. She seems more unpracticed than anything?"

The latter came out distinctly questioningly; she knew very little about Cass, and can't be sure of her usual behavior. From what she'd seen, though... Still, his comment made her frown a little.

"Under the weather? What's up?" From experience with Clark, and guessing about Bruce, she didn't know what might get one of Bruce's wards to admit to that.

"She's had a lot of things going on. It's how she usually is, though. She's not much of a talker, she's always been better at letting other people talk," Tim nodded, taking a sip from his coffee cup. "Just, um. Just a cold, if anything. One of my friends has been dealing with some tough stuff, lately, so I've been helping him more then myself."

"Yeah, I figured." Making a mental note that she should definitely draw Cass out of her shell a little, she frowned at him.

Slowly, she said, "Anything I can help with, with your friend? Or you--god knows I've been there when someone's going through a thing." She would get back to interrogating him on what the hell was up with him after getting past this thing with his friend.

Cold or no: no superhero she knew about called to unwind about a simple cold.

"No, no, I'm okay," Tim said, albeit a little weakly. He didn't like lying, usually, and this... well. Blaine wanted him to get help, and he should. He knew he should. But at the same time, any kind of help would alert Bruce to it, and he couldn't handle that. Not right now.

"He, um... I don't know. I think he's handling it. I know he's getting help for it, but it takes time, and I'm worried about him," Tim looked down at his shoes. "It's a drug problem. A big one."

Lois knew the sound of a weak lie when she heard it. Watching him carefully, she took a sip of her coffee. Finally she sighed. "How's he doing? Your friend, I mean. Addiction's never easy, no matter what it is or how long, but... some are less painful to live through, anyway."

Best ease him into this talk. After all, if she pushed him too hard, he'd just clam up.

It wasn't a lie, not really. Blaine was in trouble with his addiction, but then, so was Tim. And after everything he'd done... he needed to undo it. Somehow.

"He's okay. He's been staying with some friends, and there's a doctor helping him out, but it's... really hard to deal with, you know? He's scared, and he's never gone through it before. He doesn't really know anyone who has, and being hated by all your friends..." Tim shook his head. "It's not easy."

Nodding quietly, Lois considered. Aw hell. Clark's the compassionate-listener-counselor type, not me. She bit her lip. "Feeling alone's never easy--especially if it's for something you don't think anyone's going to get past."

Her tone was absently detached enough that it sounded like second-hand experience--and it was. She'd seen that lonely expression too many times before.

Sighing, she took another sip of her coffee. "Has he been having trouble with his friends--the ones he's staying with, or others?"

Tim paused chewing on his bottom lip as he thought about it for a moment. Should he really be telling everything about his friend? Or should he tell about himself?

"The ones he was staying with, but he's not staying with them anymore. He had to break up with someone, and it's... been a mess. It's a mess. He has to learn to take care of himself, and I feel awful about it. But it needs to be done. You can't always rely on everyone else," Tim finished quietly, taking a sip.

Lois simply nodded again, continuing to nurse her coffee. "Break-ups are--"

Stopping abruptly, she bit her lip. "Yeah, well, self-explanatory. Even if you can manage the friends thing well, which happens. Anyway."

Knowing that any which way she cut it she was going to get awkward sooner rather than later, Lois just gave up trying to be smooth. "How's it been on you?"

"Break ups suck," Tim agreed, taking a sip of coffee and sighing. "It's sucked. It all sucks. I don't think I can say it all sucks enough to describe just how sucky it sucks."

That made him smile a little, a smile that slowly faded away as he looked out ahead of him.

"...It's been hard. I can't go and see him, because we..." Tim trailed off. He didn't know how to say it. He didn't want to say it. "We were enabling each other's bad habits. So, right now, we're not seeing each other."

Lois actually smirked slightly--she approved of that sentence syntax. Still, her smile faded when his did, leaving her to sit quietly for a moment.

Finally, hazel eyes oddly gentle, she asked, "How are you? Really."

Lois Lane was moderately well-known for being blunt, tactless, and insensitive. But she cared about her family, fiercely--and Tim definitely counted as one of hers.

Tim grimaced. "I'm detoxing, right now. Which sucks. It's not fun, I can say that. I'm sick, and I have nightmares, and everything is just... it's all worse, now. I keep waking up in a cold sweat, the faces of everyone I couldn't save floating by me. But I made a promise, and I can't go back on those drugs. I won't let myself," His hand tightened around his cup.

"I haven't talked to Bruce in awhile. I don't... I don't know."

With a faint 'hmmph' sound, Lois scowled at her coffee. "Yeah, I'd gathered that much. I know about hard-to-handle dads, but..." But Sam Lane had nothing on Bruce, and if he knew about this, he would have had a conniption. She gave him a friendly little nudge after a moment.

"Well, he won't be finding out from me, not without your say-so," she declared firmly. "Any idea how long detox is going to take?

"My dad was a lot easier to handle. Bruce is... really different," Tim said after a moment. "...Thanks. I have no idea. Online, it said it could take up to a month. It's once you're done that's the hard part, though."

Dryly, "I'd noticed."

She sits back. "I dunno. It still means willpower, and I'd assume it'd be easier to focus on that when you're not sick and nightmarish. But the worst I was ever on was Marlboro for a few years. I wouldn't really know."

"I messed up. I know I messed up. It was stupid of me, and it couldn't have gone well, and I knew that it would be a problem in the future, and--" He cut himself off, taking a deep, shaky breath. "It made me feel better. It was stupid. But I liked feeling good, like that. Like everything was going to be okay."

Lois simply nodded, as nothing she could think of to say was going to be terribly much good, or sound unpatronizing. In her experienced that was the worst thing she could be right now.

After a few moments, "Does Cass know?"

"Yeah. She's the first one we told about all this stuff. She's been helping me. Even if neither of us have any idea what to do, and all she's really doing is make sure I don't choke on my own vomit or something," Tim shrugged a little. "No one else knows. Especially after my friend had all that fall out with his friends... how could I let anyone know?"

"Good." Sighing, Lois relaxed minutely. At least Cass knew; he hadn't been dealing all on his own.

"Well, now you've got me, too," she said firmly. "And not everyone's going to react the same way. I don't what your other friends are like, but it's not a given they'll react the same way."

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