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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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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.

Tim wasn't paying too much to Kon's tone of voice, right now. So he kinda sulked at the answer. And pouted just the tiniest bit, those shiny, cherry red lips sticking out a little.

...Fuck. Tim did not just do that. And yet, he did. "Just so you know, it's getting -incredibly- hard not to jump you right here."

"Huh?"

And to top it all off, the clueless look. Except that this time, those normally blue eyes were green. And there was eyeliner and eye shadow that made his eyes seem more distinct.

...of course. "God, Tim, do you have to be so..." Kon trails off and shakes his head. Screw it. It'd take an act of god to be able to restain himself any longer, so he gives up and kisses Tim.

"So wha -- mmf!" Tim never did get a chance to finish his question as he felt lips over his own. And okay, he didn't care so much about the question anymore.

The hand had been distracting, and the kiss moreso.

Maybe this just needs to be chalked up to a hazard of dating a Bat. Really weird stuff that you're not going to be able to explain at all, but somehow will enjoy anyway. Except maybe that's not so much a hazard. Unless you care about mental sanity.

Kon finds himself far from caring about that at the moment, though, as he kisses Tim more insistently. And he -reaally- doesn't want to be in the bar right now, or at least not -this- part, but he's not sure how to say that without looking like a pervert.

Which he probably is.

But that's okay.

And Tim really wasn't thinking about how he was dressed like a girl right now or how Kon had reacted to it. Or how it would look to other patrons if they saw these scene.

Tim kissed Kon back with equal eagerness, his hands bunching up in Kon's shirt as he tried to find an anchor somewhere.

And that was... good. Really really really good. But Kon knows that if someone doesn't think rational, it's going to get out of hand, and this is -so- not the place. So it's with great reluctance he pulls back, just a little.

"I think... maybe we should get out of here."

Even Tim looked a bit disappointed when Kon pulled back, but he hesitantly detached his hands from where they had been clutching Kon's shirt.

"Um...yes." They definitely needed to get out of there. "Where to, though?"

Kon wasn't exactly processing thoughts well here. All he knew was the destination should be 'somewhere else'. "Well," He says. "There's.... bar. Rooms. If you don't want to have to explain to Batman."

Yeah, that sounded like an idea. Good idea, even. Because he didn't really want to have to explain to Bruce why he suddenly disappeared for a long period of time.

"That...sounds good." He then craned his neck a little. "Bar?"

And viola! Room key.

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