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tim drake inna dress.

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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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.

"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.

"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?"

"Mmhmm," she told him, looking at her nails for a moment, making sure that the paint hadn't chipped or anything. "You know, one of those function things. The ones that they have when some project's done?"

"Oh." Kon had probably dealt with one or two of those during the time he'd had an agent. He couldn't really remember; all the stuff Rex had done had kind of faded into one big stupid blur now. Heh. "Then I guess you'd be wanting to get back?"

Yeah, Tim wasn't too thrilled about that prospect. But still, it was probably better than enduring this torture here.

Emily, on the other hand, wanted to return. She had a cute -- not to mention rich and famous -- date, and the food was good. Oh, and all the pretty people.

"I probably should. I don't think my date would appreciate making him wait," she said with a shrug. One of her shoulder straps started to slip then, and she hurriedly fixed it.

"Well, time doesn't pass outside of here." At least, Kon is assuming. "So if you want a break from all the chat and people with egos..." He shrugs.

"But my date's over there..." Emily said, looking torn. Becuase for Emily, Bruce really was an attractive date. "I mean, who knows when I'll get a date with him again?"

"If he's not an idiot, you'll get one again." Because Kon is experienced enough to tell these things. He knows if -he- was looking for a chick, he'd want to date this one just once. Yeah, for entirelly shallow reasons, but aren't dates with strangers based on that anyway?

"He's usually booked, though," Emily told him regrettably with a sigh. "I mean, everyone wants to date him. And he always has a different date for every time he goes out."

"A playboy, huh?" Kon shakes his head. "Why do you even want to go out with one of those?"

...Not that he should be saying anything, considering his past.

"He's only the richest and most handsome man in the city," Emily said, as if that would explain everything. And this was all Emily talking. Tim had made the persona up from the girls that Bruce usually took on "dates" to functions.

Kon eyes her. "What city?" Maybe asking this can help him figure out why the hell she looks so familiar, too. Maybe she was from his world.

Stranger things have happened.

Tim probably should lie. But then again, they say the best way to lie is to add some truth into it.

And oh, what the hell.

"Gotham City."

...huh. "So, what, you're out with Wayne then?" Kon raises an eyebrow. "You sure that's wise?"

Of course, he's probably biased, knowing the SECRET HE SHOULDN'T KNOW and all. Not that he'll say anything about it.

"What's not wise about dating Bruce Wayne?" Emily asked with a shrug of her shoulders.

Tim, however, knew the implication. And if Kon let anything leak about it? He was going to get a whoopin' of his lifetime.

"Isn't he kind of a jerk?" Kon asked. And that was true, wasn't it? Everyone made him out to be sort of this careless playboy.

And he's not an idiot. He's not breathing a word of the Secret of DOOM.

"Oh, everyone has their fault. But really, he can be a pretty sweet guy." And Tim was washing his mouth out with soap after he was done with this. He hated this Emily persona.

And it was good that Kon was not leaking the information. Tim would be sad to have to kill his boyfriend.

"Until he moves onto the next girl?" Kon shakes his head. "How old are you, anyway?"

"We all know about that, though. It's basically part of the package," Emily told Kon with a shrug of her shoulders. Her shoulder strap slipped once again, and she returned it back into place with an annoyed glare at it.

"I'm old enough to handle myself, if that's what you mean. Legal, too."

"Then why?" Girl logic never failed to amaze Kon. He'd given up trying to figure it out a long time ago, and just declared them an alien species.

"You just don't look quite eighteen." Which, uh, maybe that wasn't the best thing to say. Oops?

Well, if that were the case, Tim was very good at imitating the alien race, wasn't he? Not that it'd helped him in his past relationships any.

"Because he's Bruce Wayne, that's why," she told him, as if that explained everything. "And excuse me if I don't look eighteen to you. It's not like I need your approval, you know," Emily huffed.

Kon has to wonder what all those girls would say if they knew what there -really- was to know about Bruce Wayne. Would they run away, or just be even more turned on by him? Ew.

"I never said you did."

"Then why did you bring it up?" Emily asked, her hands on her hips as she donned an expression that was probably very familiar to Kon. A scrutinizing gaze, along with that one brow raised.

Kon blinks. That... okay. There's something not quite connecting here. It's almost connecting, but not quite yet, and...

"Who did you say you were again?"

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