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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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"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."

A faint color of red flushed Tim's cheeks at that. He looked away, mumbling "I hate you", but it was obvious that his heart wasn't in it.

Kon places his free hand on Tim's cheek, pressing gently so Tim has to face him again. Leans in close, close enough to kiss, but... doesn't.

"Prove it."

Tim can play the stubborn game, though. Even as he was forced to face Kon again, their lips close to touching, he glared at the other boy. It probably didn't have much effect, though, with the blushing and the pretty make up.

"Hate."

"Aw. " Kon lets his hand slide just a liittle higher. He briefly wonders what kind of underwear Tim's -got- under there, and barely resists the urge to check. "Is there anything I can do to fix that, hmm?"

And there's a sharp inhale of breath when that hand moved higher. God, Kon was having way too much fun with this. And he hoped that he didn't get any higher, because...well, he was wearing silk panties and he really doesn't want to explain that.

"Bastard," he whispered.

"You make a pretty girl, you know."

And okay, screw it, Kon was too curious not to check. But he slides his hand up to Tim's hip, rather than, er, any other choices... as he's not going to push this -too- out of hand for the bar. His eyebrows raise when he feels a material that is... definately not a guy sort of thing.

"Hmm."

Tim was going to say something about the pretty girl comment when his attention was diverted elsewhere. Mainly on the hand that now rested on his hip, under the dress. God, he hoped they didn't get caught.

And okay, the look on Kon's face said that he hadn't expected the silk to be there.

Tim wasn't going to say anything. Nope.

"And whose idea was that?" Kon asks, his voice sort of strange. He really shouldn't be finding all of this all sorts of shades of hot. He shouldn't... and yet.

He wonders what that says about himself.

Tim was so not going to admit that it was Batman's. Just...no. He wasn't going to tell another living soul that, unless they were a Bat that had undergone the same ritual.

"Attention to detail..." He muttered, very much not looking at Kon.

That was... probably a good idea. That's not something Kon wants to think of Batman wanting to put input on. It was really very creepy.

"God," Kon says. "That's..." He trails off, not sure of the words he wants at all.

"Creepy?" Tim supplied for him. Hey, that sounded right for a normal guy who didn't have to go undercover as a girl from time to time.

"Sure," Kon says, not really sounding like that was the word he wanted at all.

And he really needs to worry very much about his reactions to this later.

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