Super Date! ((Tim))

[drake]

“I get discouraged all the time.” Tim spoke up suddenly, turning his gaze from his companion to look out of the window. “Sometimes I look out there, at everything we have to deal with, and I wonder... Are we really doing anything? We stop the villain from doing their evil plan or whatever, and within a few weeks they’re all ready back on the streets with a new one. Not to mention the fact that sometimes it seems just to be a war of escalation, that just because there’s a superhero there has to be a super villain... ” He frowned briefly before shaking it off, turning and flashing a rueful grin at Kara that didn’t quite reflect itself in his eyes. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to drop that on you, I’ve just had it on my mind as of late.”

Internally he had to fight the urge to face palm, wondering what possessed him to go off on a tangent like that. ‘Way to go, Tim, nothing says a fun date like dumping a load of issues on a girl. Real smooth, real Casanova.’[/i] It seemed that while he’d definitely inherited his adopted family’s penchant for crime fighting vigilante styled justice, he’d yet to achieve the same level of charm and debonair refinement with the opposite sex that both Bruce and Dick had in spades.

Her confession had caught him slightly off guard, not entirely but enough to cause his own cheeks to colour in a similar shade to his current crime-fighting uniform. “The truth is, I l—”The cab drawing to a stop and the driver’s sudden turn of the head to demand his money cut across any answer Tim was about to give, causing the teen wonder to promptly close his mouth as he retrieved his wallet and paid the fare. He flashed another grin, this time tinged with a little bit of embarrassment that was mirrored in the absent rubbing of his neck. “Well, looks like we’re here...” ”

[Supergirl]

"Tsch, I thought I was the only one who had that mind set..." Kara sighed after hearing Tim's little rant. "There's no need to apologize. I completely agree with you. Really, what is the point in continuing to fight when the villains just hatch a new plan, or worse yet, a new villain comes along? It's just ridiculous and I wonder, why should I even bother? But then I think about it...and we I believe I do it because not everyone can defend themselves. As long as one life is saved, it's worth it to throw on the cape. I know it's not the most welcomed job, but someone has to keep the villains in check and prevent global devastation." she looked back at him placing a gentle hand beneath his chin and tilting it upwards slightly.

"Chin up. Just remember whenever your discouraged about slipping on the cape and spandex, you're fighting for that family of 4 who would perish in one of the Joker's mad schemes or to Poison Ivy's toxins. Besides...I love the costume. It gives a nice view."...well of course she's noticed and stared at Tim's sculpted body in the spandex. It was natural to have a few glances at someone you found attractive. He's probably gotten a few panty shots to look at considering she FLIES around in a SKIRT. A short skirt at that. At least she respected Tim and herself enough not to use her X-ray vision. Though as tempting as it was at times, she never could bring herself to stoop to that level.

She gave him her full attention when he had begun to say something about the truth, but was rudely cut off by the driver who demanded his money once they had reached their destination. Tim being a gentleman paid the man immediately without making any comments, but Kara on the other hand...oh, she wanted to deck the driver good for his rudeness. "Best behavior...stay on it...[/color]" she told herself and then made eye contact with her date once again.

"Well, since I was supposed to pay for the cab, but you paid for it, I'll pay for dinner." she returned a grin of her own as she climbed out of the cab back into the frigid night air. "Cafe Aquitaine." she read the restaurant's title from the sign. "It's a little french Bistro. I figured we could have something besides pizza and burgers. They have cheese and chocolate Fondu. Tis very romantic me thinks." she delivered a playful wink. "But if you don't want french food, we can dine somewhere else."

[drake]

“I know, I know. It’s just... Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if I had a ‘normal’ life, I mean I picked this life myself rather than had it forced upon me like Jason or Dick, but part of me wonders how I’d of turned out sans the whole broken bones, dodging bullets, and leaping roof tops part.” Tim scratched the side of his cheek absently and flashed her a lopsided grin. “Then again, as I said, I did choose this. I suppose a ‘normal’ life was never in the cards regardless, and I have to admit I do enjoy saving the day.”

He smirked at the last comment regarding his current choice to wear the Red Robin uniform, quirking an eyebrow slightly as he responded in a playful tone. “I’ll let Jason know you approve of his tailoring, or I would if he wasn’t liable to try and put a bullet in me and or stab me again.” Indeed, the Red Robin costume was previously that of his wayward ‘brother’, and one of the reasons Tim had decided to wear it was because of its negative reputation it had associated with it in the superhero community. He could only build it upwards, and it also provided him with a suitable amount of distance from the rest of the Bat Family that he could develop into his own, like Dick had with the Nightwing mantle.

The mystery surrounding the exact reason why Kara chose to wear a skirt of all things to do her superhero-ing was beyond the Teen Wonder’s understanding, but then again he used to run around in trademark Robin’s garishly bright colours that contrasted nicely with the uniform hellhole grey of Gotham so who was he to talk? Unwritten law of about not throwing stones if you lived in glass houses applied to hero costumes at all times. It was probably the only reason that half the superhero community stayed on relatively good terms with each other. They’d all worn embarrassingly bad or questionable costumes at one time or another that they couldn’t really poke too much fun out of each other.

“Sorry, I went into autopilot, my heads all over the place lately.” He sheepishly rubbed the back of his head and sent an apologetic grin at her, mentally slapping himself upside the head for forgetting that minor detail within minutes of agreeing to it. He glanced up at the sign at her words before giving his head a slight shake, glancing down to lock his brown eyes on her blue. “No, no. I haven’t had French food in a while, the last few times I was in Paris I was more on... Well, I had other things other than food to deal with.” Indeed every time he went to France or the so called City of Light he had to deal with hordes of ninja, triad gangs, Kobra, or Lady Shiva... Or all of the above. “And yeah, the whole pizza and burger thing gets old pretty fast living with the Titans. A little change... Or a big one in this case... is good.”

[Supergirl]

"Not to mention that there's hardly a dull moment and if you hadn't became Robin, you never would have met me. So my ego is a bit swollen but...it happens when you're name is Supergirl. You know I'm joking right?" she winked at him again though her brow arched when she mentioned that the Red Robin suit had been tailored by the batty who went bad. "Interesting. Both of you have the same measurements? Talk about convenient. Also, if Jason wouldn't harm a hair on your head...not unless he wants a closed casket funeral." she meant that...to a point anyway. She wouldn't kill, her own morals plus the ones hammered into her by Clark taught to never take a fight that far, unless you were dealing with someone disgustingly and utterly pure evil like Darkseid or Imperiex.

"French it is! Tonight is going to be just..." the blonde was cut off as her words were over taken by the sound and site of a massive explosion. A mushroom shaped cloud of dust, smoke and debris. Panic had started to over take the streets of Jump City as cars stop on the road and their drivers and passengers stepping out, wondering exactly who or what had caused it. "It never fails. It REALLY never fails. Kara sighed in an aggravated tone as she massaged her temples.

"Looks like there's going to be a work out before dinner. Shall we?"

[drake]

“There’s a few non-dull moments I wouldn’t mind missing, though. I mean, you wouldn’t believe the amount of times I’ve ended up in, around, or swallowing raw sewage. That’s the part of this gig that nobody tells you about.” He flashed a slightly embarrassed, awkward grin and scratched the back of his neck. “I wouldn’t worry about Jason too much. He’s not evil evil, he’s just... Not all there. He’s crossed the line between vigilante and murderer so many times he can’t see where it was to begin with, and has a whole ‘with me, or against me’ mentality going.”

The Teen wonder screwed his eyes up in a wince as the sounds of an explosion reached his ears. Every time he was on a date, or with a group of ‘normal’ friends, something had to go explode, someone had to get shot at, or psycho villains had to burst through the windows of the restaurant. Every single time. With a sigh he reached into his jacket pocket, retrieving the domino mask he’d stashed in there in lieu of his Red Robin attire, and one of the various extendible bo staffs he carried on his person at all time. Of course he wished he had a little more equipment to work with, he felt kind of naked going to fight crime without a utility belt, but he’d worked with less before. “You know, I don’t know what’s worse. The fact that I came prepared for this, or the fact that I almost thought I could have a normal, crime-free date for once.”

He slid the mask into place, effectively covering his identity in a bizarrely effective way, and allowed the staff to extend to its full length. “Ladies first, I guess?”

[Supergirl]

"I don't know what's worse either...maybe the first one." Kara scoffed as she saw Tim retrieve the mask and staff from his jacket. Seriously...that had to be the saddest thing she'd seen this week. Not saying that Tim himself was sad because he carried the gear, but it was sad that he actually had to and that they wouldn't have a nice peaceful evening together. "Hold that thought..." Kara burst into her super speed into the restaurant and towards the restroom. Entering the stall, she slipped out of her blouse and unveiled the trademark S over her breasts. Then she slipping out the rest of her clothing, Kara blitzed back all in less than 10 seconds to her date's side, fully in her Supergirl gear. She blushed a bit with a nervous chuckle shooting him an innocent grin. "...So great minds think alike I suppose." she shrugged. First thing first, they had to get to the scene of the crime fast. Not a problem for Supergirl but she didn't want to leave Tim in the dust. "Forgive me." she picked the boy up and slung him over her shoulders before taking off from the streets into flight. It may or may have been a bit embarrassing for her to do this to him...but at least his identity was concealed. "I'll make it up to you. After this, I'll be your bike bitch looking all hot and sexed up sitting behind you while you tear up the asphalt on your cycle like the bad ass you are. Deal?" she chuckled giving him a comfortable light tap on his behind with her other hand.

The heroic duo arrived, over the scene a building demolished and lit a blazed while a couple of people below chanted a rioted in favor of the destruction. Most likely the the ones who were responsible.

"WE'LL BURN THIS FILTH DOWN IN THE NAME OF JEHOVAH! THE SIN MUST BE BURNED AWAY!"

Kara's blue eyes blinked at the words yelled over the cries of the other dozen people below. Her eyes then glanced at the building they had chosen to target. The sign had been damaged but the title of the building was still visible. "The Erotitorium." she read aloud and thought about it for a minute. Her time in Jump City with the Titans had been relatively short but in that short time, she had hit almost every store in the area. That store, she had never heard of or been to. Then she noticed the 'Adult's Only' in small print under the sign. Good grief. She wanted to face palm when the realization hit her.

"Ultra Christians are blowing up porn stores now? And I wanted to say that I've seen and dealt with everything. I have been proven wrong..." her eyes narrowed as a look of amusement melted across her features. "You'd think we'd end up here on a date to buy a good porno and some flavored lube to spice up the rest of our evening. Not to bash up some religious nut cases." she sighed, but all in good humor. She hoped he didn't take that comment seriously. No putting out until at least 3 months of dating. Of course she didn't have to worry about Tim in that department. He wasn't like his older brother, Dick. Good thing she didn't say that out loud.

[drake]

Tim shrugged his shoulders at the scoff and slightly pitying gaze, having long ago accepted that sure it was sad, but being sad was better than being unprepared. “The last fancy restaurant I went to on a date, Bruce tackled a criminal through the window because I said I was busy. I had to knock him out with a silver serving platter. So, yeah, I come prepared. My personal life is a bigger magnet for trouble than my alter ego’s...” He trailed of as she blurred away only to reappear scant seconds later fully clad for crime busting. Life certainly was easier when you had super speed at your disposal. “Yeah, but the second part of that is usually ‘Fools seldom differ’, and either seems to fit considering.”

Being hefted effortlessly over her shoulder was another stark reminder of just how much strength resided in her otherwise thin and small frame. His intellect and skills only went so far when trying to compete with the powerhouse that was a Kryptonian, and Kara definitely had him outclassed in practically every regard. “...I’m just glad I’ve got the mask on, dampens the blow to my manly pride. I guess it doesn’t hurt that this isn’t my normal costume, so I guess the name of Red Robin is safe, too. “

As the touched down and he regained his footing, the Teen wonder almost had to groan at the sight that greeted them. While his companion had no idea what the shop was, he had a very good and clear idea. Not that he’d been in there himself, or had even seen the wares it purveyed. It was just that this was a particular hotspot for the lowlifes that fell onto his vigilante radar, and as such knew the back alleys and streets around this area of town, for the most part, like the back of his hand. A faint squishing sensation from under his boot caused him to shudder, but he refused to look downwards given the current area and, well, the overall ‘feel’ of the item. “...I don’t even want to know what I just stepped on. What I wouldn’t give to be fighting bank robbers, or even a supervillain right now. Hell, I’d take the guy that had a gun that fired condiments...”

At her off handed comment about porno and lube the Teen wonder almost fell face forward in surprise, his eyes going wide beneath the domino mask as he turned to stare at the super powered girl of steel. Mentally Tim Drake decided that he’d never understand women, especially when they really were from another planet. The momentary distraction almost cost him more than a few seconds of brain malfunction, a half-garbled oath and a fist whistling past his head snapped him back to attention and made him respond in kind with a vicious hooking slice with his staff that sent his assailant crashing solidly into the tarmac. “Um, yeah. Bash nutcases. Right.”

Not for the second time, nor the last time that night his instincts told him, he silently wished he understood women like Dick did. That man never seemed to have trouble with women. Well, not the same kind of trouble he did anyway, the older former-Robin had his own set of problems associated with his prowess with the fairer sex that Tim didn’t envy.