How many Batgirls did you say?

[notafraidofyou]

Who: Tim Drake and Cissie King-Jones
Where: Room 214
When: February 16th
What: Cissie sent him a few texts, and now they need to have a Conversation.
Notes: Cross-universe shenanigans. Probably references to character death and/or injury.

Tim tucks his tablet-thingy into the sweatshirt pocket mostly hidden by his school blazer and makes his way toward Cissie's room. The idea of there being more than one Robin isn't exactly a new one for him, but three? That's... not right at all. And even more wrong is the idea of three Batgirls. He's sure it was hard for other people to imagine anyone else being Robin after Dick quit, but since he was the next kid in line, it's not that weird for him. But there's never been another Batgirl. It's... just Barbara, and he can't even think that there might be anyone else, because it just seems so... not right.

So he's got some questions. He knocks on Cissie's door.

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[cisskabob]

She gave a thoughtful hum, eyeing him. "...Maybe not," she admitted. "But I don't know you as well I as I know him, not yet. And you are like him in some ways--like that curious streak that gets you strung up in a stairwell," she said dryly. "And getting yourself down without help."

[notafraidofyou]

He waved a hand dismissively. "That was easy. I learned how to do stuff like that, like, day one. Or two. There wasn't even a vat of acid or anything like that." Of course the three story "pit" wasn't something to be ignored either, but. Whatever.