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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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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.

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.

"His daughter, too," he continued, seeming to not have heard Dick. Yep, he was ignoring him. Besides, it wasn't as if his teammates hadn't seen him in disguise before. Not this one, sure, but still.

"And tell them -what-?" Dick demands, giving up on the former track of defense for a moment. "You're the one in a dress."

"I'm the one who works with a different redhead." Named Babs, of course. "And she enjoys seeing you humiliated more than I." She even looked at her nails for emphasis. Who do you think taught him to pretty himself up so much?

"Go ahead," Dick says. "And tell her to contact me while she's at it."

Babs isn't allowed to blackmail him until she -talks- to him.

"That's her choice," he said with a shrug of his shoulders. He was still using his feminine voice so people wouldn't be suspicious. That was the last thing he needed.

"And it's not like you haven't done this before. I heard all about it from Alfred."

"Yes, well, she loses any blackmail rights until she does." Dick refuses to even react.

...Alfred? Said something? What about the secret butler code?! "I did not," Dick says immediately.

"Uh huh. Sure." Like Tim was going to believe that. Nope. Not when Alfred told him something. "Because Cass didn't, and neither did Babs. Right."

Dick twitches a little. "I have no idea what you're talking about." No idea at all, nope.

"Denial isn't only a river in Egypt, dear," Tim said in-character, reaching up one hand to brush up against Dick's cheek. But the cheeky grin kinda gave away his amusement.

"Don't be a smartass," Dick mutters. He -likes- swimming in denial, thank you very much.

"I thought that was a requirement," Tim mused in an amused fashion as he smiled that charming smile up at Dick.

Dick just ignores that. "So what name did he give you, anyway?"

Now. To tell him or let him suffer in curiosity. Hmm.

No contest there.

"Emily," he said with a shrug.

Dick raises an eyebrow. "Emily...?" He prompts.

"Washburn."

Yeah, let Dick process that.

And Dick freezes, a very strange look on his face. "...what?"

"Emily Washburn. That's my name." And Tim said it oh-so-nonchalantly.

Dick covers his face with a hand. "And Bruce picked that, huh?" Oh, how he wishes he could kick the older man's butt for this. But he'd be stupid to try.

"Mmhmm." And he knew what the name meant, of course. Oracle had told him. How could she not? But he wasn't going to make a big deal out of it, no. Make it all Bruce's fault. It was payback.

"Ah." Dick tries to look as if it's not such a big deal at all. If Tim presses... well, that means he has so much more vengeful feelings for Bruce.

Tim's not going to push -- at least not right now. Instead, he put one hand on Dick's shoulder, leaning in closer.

"So, do I pass?" He asked, his eyes flickering with mirth.

Dick eyes him, and uses this as a good excuse as any to distract from the topic of the name. "Well, lets see." He pulls back and starts to walk a circle around Tim, pretending to analyze him. "Dress could be cut higher."

"Not a whore," Tim said with a vague hum, enjoying this situation. It was actually kinda fun, like a game.

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