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]

"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."

[presspasskey]

Lois laughed. "I'm not complaining about the sight--though no one should reasonably be able to pull off tights and a cape. I swear it's a superpower all on its own."

There was an audible undertone to her voice, warm and rich and far too appreciative. She likes him in the uniform.

"But I'd just seen him with a knife in his chest--dressed in his black get-up, by the way--and been yanked across dimensions. I was not expecting skin-tight technicolor."

[theshortestbird]

"That might throw someone for a loop. My friend, Superboy... you should have seen him the first time I saw him flying," Tim looked down, a smile in his words and a smile on his face. "If you think Superman is bad, you should have seen his get-up. He was wearing this skin tight leotard, and a leather jacket. I'm not even joking."

Tim laughed a little at that. "As long as you're comfortable with how he is now... that image might not ever go away. But you never know. It might not be in so many nightmares, later."

[presspasskey]

Lois just stared. "Okay, is it just a rule that those boys aren't allowed to have fashion sense? Clark may look good, but he says the idea was his mom's to begin with, so it doesn't even count."

Her smile faded after a moment, though, and she sighed a little. "He'd been wearing black for almost a year, back home," she admits. "He'd never shown his face, but he'd started out in red and blue--but things happened. So it was actually a relief to see him back in primaries, more confident again."

[theshortestbird]

"I'd say, have you met Dick, yet? Nightwing Dick, not Robin Dick. I think I have a picture of what he looked like in the first Nightwing costume he ever wore... hold on..." Tim dug out his NV, going through the different pictures until he settled on one.

"He's gotten better, but... style isn't something that can be taught, if you know what I mean," Tim grinned, handing the NV over. "I think as long as he stays in primaries, it'll be okay. Sometimes, people need a change."

[presspasskey]

Lois looked at the picture eagerly--and promptly choked. Hysterical laughter, horror, and sheer visual pain were quite obviously at war with each other.

"...Well, Bruce raised him," she said after a moment, voice still a little strangled. "I'm not surprised he knew nothing about... sanity. Especially where costumes are concerned."

Bat ears. She honestly can't get past the bat ears.

[theshortestbird]

Tim laughed along with her. "His Nightwing costume got a little better, but the first draft was not the greatest. You should see some of his other clothes, too. He's never been the stylist in the family."

He couldn't keep the smile off his face. "Costumes... yeah. Costumes were never anyone's strong suit."

Living in the future: this one hurts.

[presspasskey]

Lois couldn't help her snickering. At least if they ever got Dick back in the Port, she'd have something to give him crap over.

With a raised eyebrow, "Of course not. All you had to learn from was bat ears."

;A; baw

[theshortestbird]

"You know, bat ears go a long way," Tim laughed. "You wouldn't think so, but if you need to be called by something, your costume better match the name."

He took a bite of the donut, something he had almost forgotten he had in all his laughter over costumes.