"So are you gonna tell me what's wrong, or are you just gonna keep pretending that you're paying attention to all this fine, vigilante-on-vigilante mackage I'm throwing at you?"
Tim smiles ruefully and covers the hands Steph has on his shoulder with his own. "Sorry," he says, scrapes lipstick off his bottom lip with his teeth. "I'm..."
She tilts -- cocks -- her head at him. "I'm waiting."
"It's just... it's nothing new, Spoiler."
Steph grunts and nods. "You could --" She laughs. "Oh man, I was totally about to say that you could just talk to Batman."
Tim snorts.
"Yeah, I'm comedy freaking *gold*. Jeez." She shoves him a little, and then wipes at his mouth with her thumb. "It'll get better," she says.
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Tim smiles ruefully and covers the hands Steph has on his shoulder with his own. "Sorry," he says, scrapes lipstick off his bottom lip with his teeth. "I'm..."
She tilts -- cocks -- her head at him. "I'm waiting."
"It's just... it's nothing new, Spoiler."
Steph grunts and nods. "You could --" She laughs. "Oh man, I was totally about to say that you could just talk to Batman."
Tim snorts.
"Yeah, I'm comedy freaking *gold*. Jeez." She shoves him a little, and then wipes at his mouth with her thumb. "It'll get better," she says.
"You're probably right."
:D