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Who: Stephanie Brown and YOU??
What: Sighing a lot and getting tar everywhere
When: Today!
Where: The castle grounds
Rating: PG

Tar, tar everywhere. It was black, sticky, and warm to the touch--which Steph discovered, as it clung to her arms and neck. It didn't take too long for her to realize that many in the castle were being afflicted by this, so she tried to tough through it. It would stop eventually, and she had things to do. There was still a lot to be done in the city, before she and Cass left on the expedition.

However, the more she touched, the more tar seemed to come from her hands.

She wasn't going to be useful to anyone today, let alone herself, she came to realize.

What was the logical response?

To lay down on the grass in front of the castle, of course. Maybe if she didn't touch anything for a while, the sticky goo would recede. In the meanwhile, staring at the sky seems like a good option.

Yeah, castle. She gets the irony. She messes up everything she touches. Ha ha.

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Bumps her back with his shoulder.

"I won't lie, it does give me some satisfaction known that this whole situation probably bruised his ego. I bet he's made some lame remarks like.." Switches into a tone that sounds like an obnoxious version of Ezio's voice.

"If he's shit in bed, I would gladly pleasure you as a man should, dolcezza." Resists the urge to roll his eyes, thinking about Ezio's conversation with Cass.

Aaaand there's a giggle fit. That's almost too perfect.

"Oh my god," she laughs, "Never do that again unless you want me to break my ribs laughing. Though, to be honest, he's never said anything about stepping up to the challenge. Just that you better not leave me wanting, he thinks I can do better, blah blah blah."

Another fit of laughter.

"And that you're irritable because you don't get enough." Enough of you know what, Tim.

"Seriously? That reminds me of something someone in high school would say. Get a life and get laid!" Starts cracking up along side her, shaking his head.

"If he was born in modern times, he'd be the perfect antagonistic for a high school movie with that attitude."

"He's more like a stereotypical frat boy. I could totally see him at Gotham U, drinking way too much and making a fool out of himself." She laughs. Well, that was part of Ezio's charm, she supposed. He wasn't always the brightest crayon in the box when it came to stuff like that.

Charm is not the word Tim would use to describe his behavior.

"Sounds about right." Then a playful grin with a touch of flirtiness graces his lips.

"Although, I am feeling irritable after everything that's happened. Maybe we could look into that suggestion of his soon." You know, once she's not covered in tar, and he's not covered in blood.

She grins. "I think we should, too. Who knows, maybe he's right," she can't seem to stop laughing. "Once this is over with and we've thoroughly cleaned ourselves. We've got to make sure you're not irritable at all before I leave on the expedition."

"You're going to have your work cut out for you. You're going to be gone on the expedition for awhile, just think of how irritable that's going to make me."

"I can't even imagine," though she can imagine that she'll end up pretty irritable, too. "I'll be sure to make up for all the time I'm gone when I get back."

The separation is probably going to suck for a while, she figures. Ever since they got together, the most time they've spent apart only added up to a few days. Weeks? Ouch.

And between earthquake clean up, injuries, and gross stains, they haven't really been able to just cuddle.

"I'll hold you to that."

Tim is thinking along the same lines as her. He'd really like to hold her right about now, but there's no way to do it without getting messy and gross.

"Whenever this clears up, we'll dedicate a few hours to serious cuddling."

"Yes please," she sighs. "Because this really sucks."

"No kidding." Stretches his legs out in front of him, while sliding his hands behind to support himself.

"At least it's a nice day outside."

"This would be a lot worse if it were snowing, still." She looks over at Tim. Even with the mark on his head and neck, and blood on his chest, he's still a cutie.

"So, aside from our... whatever this is, how's it going?"

Not even the ink on his neck and scalp can stop those luxurious strands from fluttering in the wind.

"Good. I've got a few different groups and individuals working on recovery efforts. I normally hate wishing for anything in the castle, but thanks to being able to wish for whatever, most of the medicinal and food supplies have been taken care of. We can help people replace a lot of the things they lost."

"Good. The recovery time here won't be nearly as long as it was for Gotham."

As terrible as the situation was, she was glad to see Tim throw himself into something. He was able to do the hero thing, even if he wasn't being Red Robin while doing it, necessarily.

"Exactly. It's the main reason I want to stay here, and not go on the expedition. I know I can help this place recover a lot faster, and maybe even be functional again soon."

Tim's not going to abandon Paradisa like Luthor abandoned Gotham, even if Paradisa isn't his home. People are still people.

"That's my Boy Wonder."

Steph's more brawn than brains, she feels, so being sent out on the expedition suits her just fine. As much as she'd like to help with the city, after the digging and medical emergencies have been dealt with, she's at a loss.

Reaches over for her cheek, stopping himself at the last minute. Sighs, dropping his hands to his side.

"Your Boy Wonder is ready for all of this to be over."

She stretches out her legs, so that she can tap his shoes with her own.

"This time next month, everything will be tons better."

Tim grins as a small smear of tar sticks to his shoe. Taps her foot back.

"This time next month, we'll have been together for almost three months."

"Which is a fourth of a year," she says, resting her foot against his. How time flies. If they were going to do anniversary stuff every month, she'd have to be creative.

"Just think, at this rate, we'll be celebrating our six month anniversary in no time." Assuming he's still around by then.

That goes unsaid. And, you know, no terrible fights break them up.

"Just imagine all the weird castle things we'd have experienced by then."

Tim is feeling good about the terrible break up part. They overcame a significant hurtle tonight.

"You know, I'd rather not imagine any of that."

"Me either." She sighs, then falls onto her back on the grass.

"May will probably be weird. Just a head's up. Mother's day usually leads to babies."

"I remember you mentioned that." Lays down on the grass next to her. Lightly grazes a couple of fingers along her closest sleeve.

"Think we're going to end up with a baby?"

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