milliways_bar | 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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...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.

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?"

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."

"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.

Argh. He didn't want to hear the hurt and rejection in Steph's voice, and he certainly didn't want to be the cause of it. He had heard it enough in his lifetime to never want to hear it again.

And he didn't want to hurt her, but he couldn't blow his cover as Emily. Not only would it be failure, but also immensely embarassing.

"I'm not Bound, if that's what you mean," she said in a softer tone, but still nothing close to polite. "And I'm from Gotham, at a formal function."

"Gotham? Really?" Steph bounces. "I'm from there! I didn't think anyone else in the bar would be. That's really cool! That must be why you seem so familiar, we must have met in Gotham." She beams all over her face. "Wow, that's great. How are things there?"

Well, at least she didn't sound upset anymore. That was an upside, Tim supposed.

"Same old, same old," Emily said with a detached sort of voice. "Crazy criminals, formal functions for the rich and famous..."

"...costumed vigilantes?" Steph pries. "Sounds like Gotham, all right. I miss that place."

"Yes, of course. The Bat-Man, was it?" Emily didn't seem to have much interest in the matter. She waved an idle hand to change the subject. "But yes, that's Gotham for you."

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