Tim had regretted not wearing his winter suit for the world hop; things were much more comfortable in the tumbler. But at least he got to the Baxter Building in one piece. He had to look into this world-hopping technology, it was too useful not to have.

Though entering through front doors weren't really his style, Tim couldn't remember (from the movie, or the comic books he used to read) if the Baxter Building had any serious defenses. Safest bet was the most mundane, and there's really nothing odder than riding an elevator up a few stories while wearing a cape and tights.

...

.....

Fuck my life.

(((OOC: Loki turned Tim into a girl. Damn it, Bruce, you're getting blamed for this.

So. He was a girl. He was a she and his - her - anatomy was not the anatomy she'd been born with. Also, Tim had never been so damn confused by pronouns. The air in his room was cranked up, because the huge sweatpants and shirt did not make for easy living in humid weather. In any case, Tim the Girl Wonder (she hoped Stephanie never, ever found out about this) was stretched across her bed, staring at the ceiling and plotting Loki's demise.

How had this happened again? Note to self: never mock Bruce. That was, apparently, her downfall. Rubbing the bridge of her nose, Tim rolled over onto her side, shifting uncomfortable. Every time she walked around, her pants threatened to fall. Maybe she should've told Dick to bring a belt, damn.