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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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"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?"

"Emily. You've forgotten my name already?" Emily said with a roll of her eyes and a short laugh.

Yeah, Tim was sincerely hoping that Kon didn't connect the dots.

Something had to shift into place here. Kon hates being confused, but he -knows- there's something familiar about her. He may not know anyone named Emily, but he knows he's seen that look somewhere before, and there's just something familiar about the way she is.

And it's not clicking, it's really not, but then he's thought too much and REALIZED and it is clicking, and Kon has to stare for a long moment in disbelief. And maybe he -hadn't realized it- because he -wouldn't have thought-, and he feels like an innocent victim in a commercial for 'this is your brain on drugs'.

"-Dude-!" Kon stares. "What the fuck?"

Okay, it seemed like Kon had realized something. But he could doubt what that something was, right? Hope that it had nothing to do with the fact that Emily was really Tim?

Right. Denial was good.

"That's not language you use in front of a lady, you know," Emily said, her cherry red lips frowning.

Kon is tempted to laugh at this. But he's afraid the laugh might end up sort of hysterical, so he doesn't give in at all. "Yeah, okay, if I was -talking- to a lady. Seriously, what the hell?"

"Excuse me?" Emily sounded offended at that. She even huffed, like any proper girl would do if she was offended. Nope, not Tim at all. You're hallucinating, Kon.

Because there was no way this brunette with the bright green eyes and the lovely red dress was Tim Drake. Not to mention the legs. Nice legs.

Yeah, no, that's so not going to cut it with him. Because now that Kon knows, he can see it. It's kind of like 'why the hell didn't I see it before?'.

Of course, he knows exactly why he didn't see it before. Because Tim's a Bat, which means he has no -end- to the variety of talents. Kon just never thought it'd include... this.

Oh jeeze.

"So what, did he not want to bother interviewing dates or something? Or is this just some sort of test?"

Okay, so being in denial wasn't going to help him anymore. Too bad. He had invested a lot of time in this disguise, too.

Sighing, Tim leaned on the bar, one elbow perched gracefully on the surface. Even if his cover was blown when it came to Kon, that didn't mean he was going to tell the rest of the world.

"A little bit of both, I suppose," he said, still using his feminine voice.

"This is why I'm glad I've got Clark. He'd -never- do that to me." And if he tried? Kon would totally give himself permission to punch and run.

Not that that'd do any good against Superman, but hey. It'd be satisfying for a moment!

"But you're good it at, at least," Kon says, looking 'Emily' over with a slight grin.

"We never do anything half-way. We know better than that," Tim told the other boy with a shrug. He had even gotten Babs to help him with this disguise.

"And I have heels on, you know," he said with a little glare, swining one foot to emphasize the point.

Kon looks down at that, and then has to snort at the state of Tim's legs. "And following in the footsteps of the first Robin too, huh?"

"What? Would you rather see a girl with hairy legs?" Tim said with a roll of his eyes. Not that he had been that hairy to begin with. Lifting one leg, he traced a hand along its smooth surface. It was weird.

"...point," Kon admits. But, still. It was just kind of startling.

Forgetting to take a moment and wonder if he should, Kon puts a hand on that leg to see how it feels. Kind of... strange. "So how weird do you feel in all of that?"

If anyone else saw the scene, they would probably think that Kon was molesting some random girl's leg. Hopefully, no one was looking their way.

"Not as weird as I probably should," he said absently, his eyes on the hand that Kon had placed on his leg.

Then they'd be in for a trip if someone tried to tell on him to Tim, then, huh?

"You're probably just used to the undercover thing," Kon says. He's kind of absently rubbing Tim's leg now, not really noticing what he's doing. Although really, if he did, would he stop?

"That, and Oracle has been very thorough when it comes to my female disguises," Tim admitted. But his attention was more on the hand that was now moving lightly on his leg. It was...distracting.

"You've had to do this -before-?" That was... Kon's not even sure what to say about that. Except that maybe someone should make Bruce do it sometime so he knows how it feels. Except if he enjoys it, Kon really doesn't want to know about that.

As for the hand, it's now trailing higher on Tim's leg. Completely unconscious movement, of course.

"A couple of times." Tim was currently the most apt for undercover work, after all, when they needed a female. Cassandra couldn't pull it off because it required such social subtly, and Dick...was past his prime for that sort of thing. Leave it to the short, lean Robin.

And okay, now that hand was really distracting. And Tim knew he should probably say something or do something, but he just...kinda let it happen.

"Like when?" Superman really wasn't one for assigning or really doing the undercover thing, at least not that Kon knew of, so it was interesting to hear about.

Kon's hand reachs the dress, and his finger slide just a little under the edge of the material before stopping. That isn't a wicked glint in his eyes, really. Nope, not at all...

Reeaaally distracting. It was gettomg harder concentrating on what Kon was saying.

"When...a girl can earn trust more easily or...is appropriate for the situation." Yeah, like prositution rings. But he wasn't going to tell Kon that.

"Are you alright?" Kon asks, leaning in closer and smiling innocently. "You seem a bit... distracted."

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