tim drake inna dress.

[tim-drake.livejournal.com]

There was a new girl in the bar. She looked mildly surprised to find herself there, but more or less stared at the location that she had turned out in. From her style of dress that consisted of a nice red dress that came down past her knees, revealing smooth legs and high-heeled shoes, not to mention how tidy her straight chestnut hair was as it brushed against her mid-back was, it could be guessed that she had come from some sort of party or function.

Bright green eyes lined neatly with eyeliner and touched up with eyeshadow eyed the surroundings warily, her cherry red lips tightening in a line. She was actually quite the looker when it came down to it, but she looked mildly irritated at the moment.

You couldn't blame her, though. That was because of one primary reason -- she was actually a boy.

Tim Drake, to be exact, or better known as Robin, formidable sidekick to the Dark Knight.

So why was he in such a get up? He had been asked by Bruce to be his date for a function because he would rather not make the effort of finding a complete stranger to go with. And it seemed that Cassandra had been busy for the night.

A sigh escaped those painted lips. He was never doing this ever again.

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[impulsivekid.livejournal.com]

Bart zips up. Seems like he's greeting all the cute females tonight.

"Hi there."

[tim-drake.livejournal.com]

Oh, god. Bart had to find him, huh? The bar had a sick, twisted sense of humor. Hopefully, he'd be able to conceal his true identity from him. If he didn't, he would probably die of embarassment or kill Bart instead. Neither of which were probably beneficial to the Teen Titans.

Of course, he could always run for it. But that would probably seem more than a little weird.

"Hello," he said instead, using his trained feminine voice. It sounded real, too.

[impulsivekid.livejournal.com]

Bart pauses, then shakes his head. Mister oblivious, thats him.

"Welcoem to Milliways. Are you new here? My name is Bart, whats yours?"

[tim-drake.livejournal.com]

Good. There was less of a chance that Bart would have to be silenced, then.

"I'm Emily." Of course, he already had the named covered. They had the whole persona, actually. "I've come here a few times before, but not much. I've mostly kept to myself."

[impulsivekid.livejournal.com]

Bart looks her over again. Theres something about her... So cute!

"Where and when are you from?"

[mini-supes.livejournal.com]

And what's that? Oh, it's the sound of cluelessness!

Kon isn't usually one to greet newcomers. If he recognizes them, sure. But otherwise? He hasn't really chosen to be social in Milliways lately.

So he might be feeling a little different tonight. Wanting to find new people to talk to. Or, he might be drawn to this new person for some reason. Really, he has no idea.

Either way, out of complete boredom with his notebook, he abandons it and decides to be a little social.

Clueless. -Oh so clueless-.

"Is this your first time here, or do you always look so baffled?" He greets as he walks up.

[tim-drake.livejournal.com]

Oh, god. No, this was a bad nightmare. A horrible, terrifying nightmare. This couldn't be happening!

But right in front of him, in the flesh, was his boyfriend. And he was never going to live this down if Kon found out that it was Tim. So he was going to do everything in his power to avoid revealing himself. Really.

And why did Kon have to pick tonight out of all nights to be social?

"Oh, no. It isn't my first time here, no. I was just surprised because I haven't been here in a while, and I was expecting the ladies' room, not Milliways," "Emily" told Kon, flashing him a shy smile.

[mini-supes.livejournal.com]

Huh. Why was there something familiar about this chick? Kon -swears- he's never seen her before. Maybe he's just spotted her coming here before... and never thought anything of it.

But he thinks he would have. She's not exactly the kind of girl you pass your eye by without noticing, yaknow?

"Well, uh, if you need to take care of a problem, the bathroom's that way." He points.

[tim-drake.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I didn't mean it that way," Emily told him, making a bit of an apologetic face. "I meant I'd been heading for the ladies' room to touch up on my make up. You need to look your best when you're with the rich and famous," she said with a shrug of her shoulders.

Not like she looked like she needed to touch her make up. But let Kon think it was a female thing.

[mini-supes.livejournal.com]

"Oh." Well, that made sense. All girls were super careful about their makeup. Not that Kon understood why, but hey. He probably would if he was a girl.

"Rich and famous?"

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow notices the icon*

Cindy? What are you doing here?

[tim-drake.livejournal.com]

Cindy is not here! It is your imagination! The mun just snagged a random icon of girly legs!

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

Yes, a random icon from the cover to issue #22 (http://jamesjean.com/coverwork/fables22.jpg) of Fables!

[tim-drake.livejournal.com]

Mun did not know this! She just found it on a icon site!

And Snow is talented to recognize people only from their legs.

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

Mun just knows James Jean's work really well.

[blue-bat.livejournal.com]

Every bat has to serve the date duty once - it's some weird rule of the family, really. That's why Dick isn't surprised at all when he glances at the door and sees Tim in his... state.

However, even if he has a lack of surprise, that doesn't mean he's not amused. Oh, so very... very... amused.

And he's not missing this chance at all.

So he walks over, whistling a little. He's going to pretend he doesn't know Tim, but he knows Tim will see right through it. Still, it'll be fun.

"So what's a pretty lady like you doing in a bar like this?"

[tim-drake.livejournal.com]

Tim desperate wanted to facepalm. Really. Why did all the people he know seem to be in the bar today? Why Dick?

Not that Tim didn't have dirt on Dick, before. And he knew that Dick had gone through the same thing before. It was a Bat thing, really.

But when the man approached, he wanted to wipe that look off of his face. He was going to have to have a chat with Oracle for some blackmail material.

"Down, boy. Hands to yourself," he said in his feminine voice.

[blue-bat.livejournal.com]

Oh, but this is -worth- risking blackmail. Dick knows Tim will get even with him. But he doesn't really care.

Some things just need to be done.

"But you're just so -attractive-," He says. "How can I stay away?"

[tim-drake.livejournal.com]

Dick was going to make this difficult, wasn't he? Tim vowed vengence on him later. He was going to find something, with Barbara's help. Barbara was always more eager to torture Dick than Tim, anyway.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe it's because I could whisper something to a certain redhead." And he wasn't talking about Babs.

[blue-bat.livejournal.com]

Dick's eyes narrow. He won't even bother to try to think Tim wouldn't. "Two can play that game, you know," He points out.

[i-spoiled-it.livejournal.com]

"Hey," Steph says, wandering by. Yeah, there's something strangely attractive about this girl. Familiar, even. "Have I met you before? Are you new here?"

[tim-drake.livejournal.com]

...He needed to go jump off the roof. Now. Without a gapple. Because this was a nightmare come true. Why did everyone have to stop by and chat with Emily!?

But of course, he couldn't let that show in his portrayal of Emily. That would be too suspicious.

So Emily merely smiled politely, yet blandly in the fashion of a girl who wasn't too interested in talking to girls.

"I'm not new, but I've mostly kept to myself, so I doubt we've met," she said off-handedly.

[i-spoiled-it.livejournal.com]

Well. Fine. Steph can take a hint.

... If she really wanted to. Which she doesn't. And if she let everyone who was aloof stay that way she'd never have met ... well, Tim, for one.

"You look like you could use a friend," she says, "if you don't mind me saying. I mean, this place isn't that much fun if you're on your own. I'm Steph. What's your name?"

[tim-drake.livejournal.com]

Not a good time to be social with a stranger, much less a snobby girl, Stephanie! But that was what Tim was thinking. And since he wasn't a telepath, he was pretty sure Steph didn't know what he was thinking.

"Emily," she told Steph a bit curtly. "And don't worry, I don't need a friend. I was just about to go back to the party."

[i-spoiled-it.livejournal.com]

"Sometimes when you get here you can't get out," Steph says, helpfully. "I mean, your party might not exist for you any more. Where are you from? What kind of party?"

Cheerful bubbliness, she's found, often overrides any curtness. Even if she does maybe sound a bit hurt and rejected at Emily's tone.