Tim Drake-Wayne

She didn’t like having her picture taken. it was evidence of her presence and should she ever need to make a quick getaway, photos left proof of her last known whereabouts. so, she was very conscious of any and all cameras in her area. one in particular had the misfortune of landing on her. she made eye contact with the photographer who was observing her through the view finder. “find anything you like?” she asked, a coy smile on her lips. 

Tim paused, before lowering the camera to meet her gaze directly. "You are very pretty, but not what I came out here looking to photograph.” He waited for a second before realizing he should probably clarify. The woman before him was setting off alarm bells. “And I definitely would have asked if I did want to take a picture.”

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“I won’t,” she assured him. “You didn’t laugh at me for falling after all.” Maybe her falling had seemed less funny than serious though since he’d saved her from it. She took a step back while he moved towards the shelf, just in case anything else might fall, but nothing did. Instead, he actually managed to get just the binder. She clapped for him. “Yay! Thank you! Yeah, I’ve been working on this project for, like, eons, so I just had to start moving it to a bigger binder.”

“Glad I could help,” he said, hesitating before taking a step back. “Do you mind if I ask what you’re using it for?” Tim asked. “I swear that binder is bigger than some of the ones I’ve seen in the accounting department.” He didn’t venture there often, but the he’d never seen a department that used as much paperwork as the Wayne Enterprises Financial department.

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Zachary knew he was being followed, though he didn’t exactly see his followers. They were guardian angels apparently, and Zach tried to give them the slip frequently, especially by going places that they wouldn’t typically expect him to be. The park wasn’t a place that Zach tended to go just because of certain people that appeared there, but the trees provided excellent cover. Still, he felt someone’s eyes on him, and he turned to see a camera pointed at him. “You could at least ask if you’re gonna take my picture, you know.”

Lowering the camera, Tim frowned. “Hello, Zatara.” He was familiar enough with unexpected cameras being shoved in his face to extend an apology. “Don’t worry, I didn’t take any of you.” He put the lens cap back on, and toggled through his last few pictures. “You can check if you want.” The camera was full of artsy shots of skylines and landscapes, with a few candids of his siblings thrown in.

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“Good,” Chastity nodded. She would’ve felt guilty if she’d hurt him, especially when she knew she wouldn’t have been hurt too badly without him there. She glanced back up at the shelf. “Oh, it’s not a big deal. You don’t have to.” She assured him. If she used her wings, she could’ve gotten up there easily, but there wasn’t much room to spread them out here. Plus, she didn’t want anyone to see them. “But I guess, if you’re offering, it’s that binder at the top.” It was the biggest one there.

Of course it was the one at the top. After watching her fall, he wasn’t about to risk stepping on the bottom shelf, but it was just out of his own reach. So he would have to go with the less dignified method. 

“Don’t laugh,” he joked, before giving a small hop, catching the edge of the binder on the first try. Luckily, nothing else came crashing down with it. He handed it over to her with a small smile. “You working on a big project to go in this?” he asked. 

Tim was sort of surprised to see how crowded Central Park was. Then again, nature was harder to find in NYC. For all that Gotham was just as polluted, it wasn’t the most popular place to live. Add to that the fear of pissing off Poison Ivy, and there wasn’t as much push to develop every square inch.

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“Oof,” Chastity exhaled when her body hit the boy. It didn’t hurt or anything, but it was a startle to fall on a person instead of on the floor. “Thank you,” she said as he helped her stand back up straight. “Oh, yeah, I’m fine,” she assured him. It wouldn’t have really hurt her too badly to hit the floor, and she was more concerned about how it affected him. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” she asked, not that that was likely. She was fairly small and didn’t weigh much. “I guess it wasn’t.” She agreed, sighing. “I really thought that would work.”

“I’m fine,” he replied. He was used to being thrown around by villains, so catching someone with only the effects of gravity behind her was really nothing. 

“What were you reaching for?” he asked. “I might be able to reach it.” He considered the shelves in front of them. He really wasn’t that much taller than her, so he added. “Or give you a boost if you prefer.”

He turned the corner, coming across the living area to see it was already occupied.

“Hey, Raven,” he said, waving awkwardly. “Thanks for having me.”