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

[theshortestbird]

Who: Tim Drake(theshortestbird) & Lois Lane (presspasskey)
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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[theshortestbird]

Tim grinned. "You could use some extra calories. You're much too thin and pretty already," He took the bear claw from her and split it in half, handing the other one back.

"You're not a true superhero until you brood in the rain on a gargoyle."

[presspasskey]

"And you're the growing boy, but kudos for knowing the way to a girl's heart." Taking her half back, she tore into it while rolling her eyes.

After swallowing, "You'd have to ask him about his more favorite perches, but he's got a thing for rooftops, at least. Speaking of brooding over-controlling superheroes, maybe you can be rational and help me with something."

[theshortestbird]

"I had some really good teachers," Tim smirked just a little, biting into his own half with a content sigh. This was delicious bread.

"Sure, what's up?"

[presspasskey]

"I've been trying to find a way to back up my files more securely."

She frowned a moment. "More or less the magic touch of encryption keeps my things in and people out, but... there's the physical thing too. Something's up, and I'd like to make sure that someone can't just take a hammer to my harddrive. I just can't take this to the big boys."

[theshortestbird]

"I could take a look at those for you. I'm kind of a computer nerd, if you haven't guessed that already," Tim nodded. "What kind of protection are you looking for? Standard encryption, heavier metal for the system?"

[presspasskey]

Lois chewed her lip for a moment.

"Actually, a second secure location--a physical drive and location, I mean. Somewhere no one would look for extra copies of files to destroy."

[theshortestbird]

Tim paused at that, biting his lip for a moment. "What kind of files?"

[presspasskey]

That earns a small, wry smile. "Nothing special. Just... my files? Articles, notes, the normal stuff. Just... I've been getting a little edgy--nothing specific, and no I am not planning on infiltrating anything, before you ask."

Just someone erasing information.

[theshortestbird]

"Okay," Tim laughed softly. "I just ask, because things like... video files will require more to keep, that kind of thing."

[presspasskey]

Lois nodded. "I can get the extra hardware to you, if you tell me what you need. It's just easy to find my computers--work, home, or with me. I'd like a place to get things from if someone tries to eliminate work."

[theshortestbird]

"Makes sense. The easiest thing might be to make some kind of hard drive that you can keep with you or store somewhere, that only lets you open it," He was deep in thought, now, trying to figure this one out.

[presspasskey]

"Store somewhere very much nowhere near me, I think. Just so no one looking for something near me might find it." She sighed. "And if I so much as mentioned this to either Clark or Bruce, they'd assume I was trying to keep them from finding out about something I had planned."

[theshortestbird]

"I guess it's good that I'm not as suspicious, then," Tim grinned. "Don't worry, I think I know of a good place for it to go. Somewhere far away from you or anyone near you."

[presspasskey]

"Oh, I believe you're just as suspicious," she grinned back, reaching out to ruffle his hair. "You're just not stupid and compulsively controlling enough to try to keep me from doing my job."

She sighed a little with relief. "Awesome. Just let me know what I need to do, and I will trust your computer savvy to be far greater than mine."

[theshortestbird]

Tim couldn't help but blush a little, ducking his head. It'd been awhile since someone had ruffled his hair like that.

"Let me design it, first? Before you give me anything to put into it. It might take some time."

[presspasskey]

With a laugh, she agreed, "Done. And thanks."

Lois paused. "Speaking of. You only met briefly, at Thanksgiving--my cousin, Chloe. She could be useful."

[theshortestbird]

"Your cousin is here?" Tim asked in surprise. He didn't get surprised very often, but then again, alternate universes. That was always surprising.

[presspasskey]

"Yeah. The blonde, no mask--Chloe Sullivan. Knowing Clark, he probably already told Bruce something about her."

She paused.

"Anyway, she's used to dealing with heroes--friends with Clark since grade school, dating Oliver, and working with his little band of merry metas. Computer whiz."

[theshortestbird]

"I'd love to meet her. But... Oliver? Oliver Green?" Tim looked at her aghast.

[presspasskey]

Her smile is crooked.

"Would it weird you out more to know that I dated him?"

[theshortestbird]

"Lois Lane dated Oliver Green," Tim made a face. "Sometimes these different universes are really weird."

[presspasskey]

"Hey, I got here and found out in your universe my fiance flies around in tights and a cape, and someone talked him into it here."

[theshortestbird]

"Touche. Though, to be fair, he was going to do it no matter what," Tim shrugged.

[presspasskey]

"Yeah, but I didn't know that before I got here. No preparation for the sight."

Lois totally wants The Last Word on this. Or something. "So still weird."

[theshortestbird]

"You're the only person I know who would complain about a physically fit man flying around in skin tight clothes. Are you sure you're marrying him?" Tim grinned. "I should have brought something to record this conversation with."