Tim watched the scenery roll by from the back of Happy Hogan's car, something she really never thought she'd be doing. Then again, she was pretty sure she would never be a she, and that Happy's employer would never kiss her. Go fucking figure, right?

As they sped away from Tony's place, Tim rubbed her head, and turned up the air conditioning. Good thing she'd let Happy drive, because walking all the way would have fucking sucked. Still, she wasn't letting him take her all the way there. Getting out five minutes from where Nygma was supposed to meet her, she managed to thank Happy and, after he left, headed in a mostly straight line to the park they'd picked. Once there, she found a tree to get out of the sun, and leaned against it's trunk. Okay, so. Whatever, right? She wasn't going to tell anyone, Tony wasn't going to tell anyway. It was just an accident. Yep. And Tim pretty much believed it, too.

Getting drunk? Best damn idea she'd had all week.