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[RL, Eddie & Tim] Open Doors To Madness

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.

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"New rule," Edward muttered to himself as he trekked through the serene park, taking care to step on any daisy that was foolish enough to cross his path. "If Tim ever incurs the wrath of a god again I will just shoot him." Seemed fair enough, didn't it? If it wasn't for the fact that the detective required some back-up (and the favor of a goddess was a decent ace to have up his sleeve) he'd consider leaving Tim a little curvier than usual.

But he was, first and foremost, a thinker. And then he was an opportunist. Dangerous combination.

This was the perfect utility to have in his belt, so to speak. And although Rufus was kind enough to grant him passage--Edward cringed at the implications; he didn't like them at all, the favor was too suspicious, but he needed it--the hopping of worlds in itself was somewhat nauseating.

As the man strolled past a few tanning oaks, he took a deep sigh. At least the sun warmed his back nicely. The sky was a crisp blue littered with puzzle pieces of clouds. Charming, really. Quite like that nymph of a girl leaning against her tree--

Fuck. Edward did a double take.

"Tim?"

"Mm?" She'd been studying her hands, engrossed with looking at the grass between her fingers. It was a beautiful day, almost nice enough to forget the previous panic, and the discomfort of what was happening now. Hearing her name lifted her gaze; Tim blinked at the approaching figure and - fuck. Yep.

Fuck.

"Ye-heah, hi Eddie." Drunk? Yes. Still retaining mostly proper speech functions? Yes. "You got here okay." Stating the obvious? Better than smalltalk.

Edward wrinkled his nose. Something was off-kilter. "Are you drunk?" He circled her, maintaining a careful distance. Something he learned long ago, especially when it came to hero types.

"How? The only person you know here is Tony--" Oh. Oh dear God. "That is disgusting." Judgmental olive green eyes smoldered over her face. "I guess it's true what they say about female Robins."

She turned her head slightly, eyes following. Slow, which meant it was less likely she'd topple over. Tim rolled her eyes, waving a hand at him. "Drinking's disgusting? Then I guess you're pretty nasty, huh? Lush." She was going to ignore that jibe at Stephanie - well, besides the wobbly glare, anyway. Do not want to talk about her, thanks. "Nothing happened." Though her cheeks, now slightly pink, didn't help back that up.

"Can we just get-" She cut herself off with a jump, one hand grabbing at the trunk to hold herself up (which almost didn't work as she nearly toppled), the other digging in her front pocket for her vibrating phone. "Fuck," she muttered, not even bothering to see who was calling before hitting the ignore. Scowling at the device, she set it on the low tree branch to her right and ran a hand through her hair. "-just get this over with?"

"I wasn't talking about drinking," the sneer upon Edward's face deepened. By God, he better not get any Tony-approved herpes. That look on her face. Edward pinched the bridge of his nose. "Something happened," he accused.

Edward glared at the device. "Really?" Of course. "Fine, fine, Tim. Remember our deal." He placed a hand against the bark of the tree, leaning into it. Looking down at Tim. It was a pleasing form, he had to admit. His own slender body tilted at an angle, his sharp eyes examining the girl's careful, drunken movements. Liquor, most likely. A small smirk wandered across his angular face, dancing with flickers of amusement. "Shall we?"

"Nothing happened," she said icily, scowling. Fuck fuck fuck, just drop it Nygma. She thought it loudly at him, the pleasant warmth in her belly shifting in an ugly fashion. Just leave it alone, please.

Besides, Tim wasn't gay. Right.

She leaned back against the tree as he got closer, biting the inside of her lip and lifting a hand to point at him. "One favor. And don't hold this over my head." Yeah, like that would happen. It was worth a shot, anyway.

"My dear." Oh and he savored that word. "Why would I hold this over your head?" Edward's smirk grew a tinge flirtatious. It wasn't hard to slip into that role, not now. Edward wasn't as repressed with his sexuality as Tim, but he knew where to draw the line between hero and villain.

Or rather, he knew where to ignore it.

He slowly stretched out an elegant hand, touching under Tim's chin with two fingers. And lifted the girl's face upwards.

Hmph. She wasn't nervous. Definitely not nervous, because she had God knows how much vodka warming her. Okay. Hear that, Tony? Not fucking nervous. And Tim was talking to herself now, which was, of course, wonderful. Swallowing as he tilted her chin up, blue eyes staring - just a little hazily - she leaned slightly away from the tree. On a whim, she reached up, hand wrapping around the purple tie he wore, and pulled him closer while she leaned up on the balls of her feet to kiss him - lightly, despite the jerky set up.

His head jerked down, neck trussed by that betrayal of a purple tie, as Tim's lips met his own frequently smirking pair. Well, he wasn't smirking anymore. Not now. Edward's fingers spread apart and he held his hands in midair for a moment, deciding. Then he placed them on the girl's shoulders and pulled her into him, sealing the embraced with force. Anticipation had commanded his blood to seize this; his psyche was satiated with the sheer power it promised him. Another chess piece well placed.

This was an intellectual battle. Tim was his knight. Or queen, maybe.

Tongue peeked out to taste lips, and he savored the soft texture.

Oh, oh shit. she hadn't been expecting that, though she should have been. Eyelids tightly shut, Tim's grip slackened around that tie, then tightened again. For a moment she resisted; it was just supposed to be a kiss, Eris hadn't specified anything, it could have been a fucking peck on the cheek.

But here she was, pressed against against him, feeling heady and hot, and uncomfortable - but it was entirely easier to mutter a babbled 'fuck it,' opening her mouth against his tongue.

Okay, now it was Eddie's turn for surprise. Just was he was ready to withdraw and gloat over his new spoils, she delved in. He choked back a murmur of shock as he found his eloquent mouth invaded by something that felt suspiciously like a tongue. White knuckled gripped her shoulders; what else was he to do? Edward hadn't planned on this, precisely. He--He hadn't-- Wide green eyes drooped to a half-lidded state. Surprised subsided, allowing other stimuli to seep through.

And maybe it was a really good thing she was drunk. Not quite the Observant Wonder she normally was, Tim didn't notice any change in Eddie. But she felt his iron grip on her shoulders, that was starting to hurt. Rolling them, she tugged lightly on his tie again, hoping he'd loosen up. And in the meanwhile, she ran her tongue along the roof of his mouth, no doubt tasting like vodka and...mostly vodka.

Edward preferred gin, really, but the confirmation of Tim's liquored state was satisfying in its own right. He had called it, hadn't he? The smooth texture against the roof of his mouth made Edward's hand unclench, made his throat buzz with a moan. The vibration of vocal chords was unwilling, unwarranted--it made him vulnerable. He closed his eyes, pulling Tim closer. Seizing some fragment of power. Nothing made him vulnerable. Not without his say.

If Tim could read thoughts, she'd be inclined to disagree. But if she could read thoughts, she probably wouldn't be here right now at all. Swallowing that sound, Tim lifted her free hand, intending to hold the tie - but her fingers missed and settled against his chest instead. Tony was right, all those inhibitions that should have her running in the other direction - who are we kidding, inhibitions that would have her punching him in the jaw - they weren't doing their damn job.

Tim didn't quite like the idea of admitting that Tony was right. It was almost as uncomfortable as thinking about how Dick would react to this. She wouldn't believe him when he said he cared, so she went and kissed Eddie. He wouldn't understand why, he'd just be hurt and Tim couldn't tell him about this. Geeze, he would hate her, and -

Her hand clenched around tie and shirt. "Eddie," she was trying to tell him to stop, but it didn't come out quite as intended.

Timantha tasted nothing like Thomas Elliot.

But that was beside the point. Edward found his hands creeping up her shoulders, gently touching her neck. The manner she pulled on his tie it-- Well, it thrilled him. Brought back memories of his more deviant times, with Query and Echo and-- A moan slipped from Eddie's lips as she clenched his gray shirt. Then she spoke in name on that voice, so predatory and beguiling. Her vocal notes dripping with sultry allure.

He balked. "Wh-what?"

Confusion ran riot in his mind. This was Tim, Tim Drake the Boy Wonder-- And yet. His nose nuzzled hers, his lips wanted. "What?"

She was having trouble pulling away, balanced between tree and his chest. Well fuck...maybe she shouldn't have had so much to drink. It was fast becoming a bad, bad idea in her mind, and that was leaving her uncertain. The pressed of his nose against hers felt nice, but it didn't feel entirely right; Tim leaned back against the tree, but her hand was locked around his tie. Oops. "I - tha - I think that's enough," she said, a little shakily.

And then reality hit him. Slapped him in the face. Tim Drake.

"Oh God," he tried to take a step back, and only succeeding in choking himself a little. It was only supposed to be a kiss, a small nothing of affection and this-- This had mutated into something much more.

"Of course, yes," he clasped his tie knot, trying to reclaim the hued fabric. "So... So did Eris say this would work instantly? Why are you still female?"

Oh God this was awkward.

"She didn't say," Tim mumbled, looking away. Jerky motions catching her eye, she dropped her hand from his tie, crossing her arms. Fucking ridiculously awkward, is what it was. Tim was battling a blush, which was MUCH harder to do while intoxicated. "I should - get back and look into..." Yeah, awkwardly trying to get the fuck away was not quite working out as planned. "We should go. Not together, obviously, uhm - thanks. And. I'm leaving." She turned but halted, reaching back to grab her phone off the tree, shoving it back into her pocket. Fuck fuck fuck.

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