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It's okay.

[Don't worry, Tim. The more you push Cissie away, the more likely it is that she'll yell at you! :D]

[...He should realize this very soon.]

Cool.

[Oh, I'm thinking this lesson is imminent.]

...So, I'm hanging out with Jubilee, Ruby, Martha Jones and Hayley Stark tonight. We're watching movies about Jubilee's people--I have no idea how she's doing this in front of other people, but whatever works for her. I'm working on figuring out how to ask Hayley about her comics without being obvious, but that might have to wait a little.

I grabbed any Batman-related movies I found at the library this morning, and Jubilee found some for me when she raided other people's collections. When do you want to watch them? ...In as much as you want to at all.

[It really should be.]

Girl's night subterfuge? I'm touched.

...Yeah. I want to see them. Better to know the enemy and all, right?

You don't know the half of it, Tim. Jubilee has HAIR DYE. ...Ruby's been given pink streaks.

Right. ...Some of them look very--interesting. Let me know when you want to do this.

...You're not going to come out of there a redhead, are you?

Soon as you're ready, I'm ready.

Not a fan of red? No. I--well, you'll see. Jubilee had nothing resembling real hair color in temporary dye. I think I'll wear a hat for a while.

I'm ready anytime. Jubilee kicked us out at midnight, and I'd say it's a little late now, but--it's you I'm talking to. But tomorrow or whenever works too.

My experience with surprise hair color changes has been weird.

Yeah, you know I don't sleep. Or rather, I've slept so much here that I don't know what to do with myself. If you're up for tonight, I am.

Now I want to hear this, you know.

Haha, I'm game. I've had so much sugar tonight I'm not sleeping for daaaaays.

It's not much of a story. Not a good one, anyway.

...Should I be afraid for my life?

I'm still curious.

I'll try to keep the jittering down. Where do you want to meet?

We can watch on my computer here. Level one, room eighteen.

All right, I'm on my way.

[Cissie showed up and knocked a few minutes later, complete with DVDs and brand new blue streaks in her hair. Yeah, girls are really good at peer pressure.]

[Yes. Yes they are. Tim opened the door and stared for all of five seconds before he stepped out of the way so she could walk in.]

It looks good? [Girls are weird. Girls will always be weird. Tim is certain of this.]

[She made a face and smacked him lightly with the DVDs as she came in.] Thanks. At least I didn't get the pink. ...Or the red, and I do want to hear why you don't like redheads.

[He snickers a little and moves to his bed, where his laptop is.] I don't know, red would have looked fine. And I don't have anything against redheads.

[In fact, he occasionally missed Starfire flying him on missions. These are things he doesn't tell Dick ever.]

[Cissie followed, shaking her head.] And here I thought you had some traumatizing story about how a magic spell turned your hair red or something.

[He is a wise, wise soul]

I wore a brown wig, once. [AND THAT'S ALL CISSIE GETS TO KNOW ABOUT HIS TIME UNDERCOVER AS A GIRL.] No red, though.

What are the movies called?

[Oh Tim, someday Cissie will get you drunk and ALL WILL BE REVEALED. She shook her head, amused. It's a good thing she doesn't automatically think of cross-dressing, Tim.] Well, brown had to be better than whatever you had on your head when you were Mr. Sarcastic.

[She sat down on his bed and shook her head.] We won't get through all of them tonight. Are you sure you're ready for this? [She held them up and passed them to him as she read the titles.] Batman. Batman Returns. Batman Forever. ...Batman and Robin. [Oh man, the neon.] Batman Begins and The Dark Knight.

It was itchier being Mr. Sarcastic. [That was a dark, dark day in his past. Very dark. And itchy. Fur lines capes oh God. Tim shifted over on the bed to make room, and frowned as they collected in his lap. Batman and Robin actually made him cringe.]

Batman Begins is the one Martha showed. I guess....we should start at the beginning. [He held up the original Batman.] Just promise you won't let me throw the computer across the room, [He said, sliding in the disk.]

[But the fishnetting on the shirt was inspired. Cissie remembers that fondly. And oh, just wait. Rubber nipples and Arnold Schwarzenegger? They're going to need alcohol. Meanwhile, Cissie nodded.]

I promise. If you feel the urge to break things, try to give me a few seconds warning so I can move myself and the computer to safety.

I'll do my best. [And oh God rubber nipples and there is no pub. Why is there no pub? They will have to bed alcohol off the barge's denizens.]

If you make any sudden movements, don't be surprised if I grab the laptop and run. [...They are in so much trouble.]

So long as I get it back. [Tappity tap and the trouble compounds, because Tim's hitting play.

And a couple hours later he will be staring at the screen IN COMPLETE HORROR.]

I can't believe these made it to DVDs.

[And Cissie will share that horror.] ...I feel like I just had an acid trip.

She is a force to be reckoned with!

This is very, very true.

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[Private] Spam is tasty and nutritious! ...Or something.

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[Spam] Seriously, such a simple solution.

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