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

"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."

"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."

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."

Edited 2012-04-10 22:44 (UTC)

"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."

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."

"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."

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.

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."

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."

"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.

Rolling her eyes, Lois just replied with exasperation, "Sure--but they're bat ears. I can see the black cape thing being intimidating. But how are the ears supposed to help?"

For all her respect for him, and appreciation of his friendship with Clark, Lois could not find it in her to be awed.

"Because they make him look like a bat, when he flies around," Tim replied with a grin and a shrug, swallowing his bite of donut. "I don't know, my costumes never had any type of ears on them."

"I knew you had good sense." Because not having bat ears on a costume was totally a sign of good sense or something.

Glancing at her watch, she sighed. "Crap. Not to be the killjoy, but I should take off--I'm already in it for using work time and phone lines on the wedding." As she stood (and gathered the last of her precious pastry, because blood sugar was everything) Lois came to a split-second decision.

"By the way--what I said earlier, about having tons of company in the jinx-on-life?" Pause. "Overly-controlling was not in reference to Bruce."

Yes, she was going somewhere with this.

"Don't worry about it. I have to get to work in an hour, too," Tim waved his hand a little, about to take the last bite when she said the past part. Raising an eyebrow, he tilted his head lightly.

"Who was it in reference to, then?"

Her smile was slight, wry, and almost a little arch. You mean you haven't noticed that trait yet?

"I'm sure you've already talked to Clark--but if you haven't, he's the best rock I've ever known. When it was," she paused, but oh well, Tim could be discrete, "Oliver, Clark was the one he let in--and let's not talk about all the times he took care of me. I'm always here--god knows you all need someone to remind you there is life outside work sometimes--but I know you'll probably get the whole 'civilian can't understand' thing."

After a pause, she added frankly, "Or the Lois-can't-understand thing. Sooner or later I'll put my foot in my mouth again and do more damage than good. But hey, I try." Her opinion of herself might be slightly... skewed.

Sometimes Tim could be a little dense. It seemed to be a trait most Robins had. But when it hit him, he understood completely. She was telling him that he didn't always need to be in costume, even when he wasn't in it. Which was nice. She wasn't quite the Lois he knew of. She was better.

"I think that you, out of everyone, could understand this the best," Tim said slowly. "Thank you. I'm really glad you're here."

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

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Living in the future: this one hurts.

;A; baw

/sharing of consoling tea

;A;

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