#redrobinxdrake

The drive to the brownstone had been uneventful. No cop cars chasing her. No villains. She had watched in the shadows as the world moved on without her. But not her family. Not her brother, Conner. Not the man who had helped her create a family. Not her big sister, who looked like a strong wind would knock her down. It was time to come home. To face and fight whatever would come their way.

So she had packed up Lux's things and left the small apartment she had rented in Crime Alley. She had driven overnight to reach Central City. She pulled her groggy baby from the car seat and shushed her back to sleep while she opened the door to their home. She could hear him in his room. Knowing Tim, he hadn't been to bed yet. 

With Lux on her hip, she leaned against the doorframe, watching him for a beat, before speaking, "Can I just say, orange is not your color. You should've went to county; at least there they wear grey."

@redrobinxdrake​

Be glad it’s me that came and bailed your ass out and not Alfred. I’m going to chew you a new one. He’d give you the silent treatment. 

“Stephanie said you wanted to see me. I feel like I’m about to get a lecture,” Conner said looking at his best friend, his brother.

Wearing street clothing for once in- she wasn’t sure how long. Vivian was glad she wasn’t in a pencil skirt. After all her playful ambush would probably not work out in her favor otherwise. Of course, the media was something she was a little worried about. But, she didn’t find herself or her target to be that big of media interest.  At least she had hoped- There was always a chance that Vivian was wrong. It was a 50-50 chance and she liked those odds. Looking down at her black jeans and white boots with fluffy faux fur she realized in that moment how much she actually changed. The thought never really jarred her until she remembered that she was ambushing Tim.

Vivian had lost track of time and she knew she was gone longer than- well- Like Vivian always did she got wrapped up into something she probably shouldn’t have. But, in the end she was glad that she had. It had helped her grow as a person and learn just who she really was. Looking at the wet pavement she sighed a bit working up her courage. What could she possibly be worried about? He could push her away. Vivian could recover from that easily it was something she was rather used too. Seeing the door open Vivian’s feet moved before her mind could process what she was doing. It was mid-jump that Vivian remembered that Tim might not have feelings for her. It caused her stomach to drop through her feet, but it was too late to turn back now. With her arms wrapping around his neck and her feet hooking behind Tim’s back she pressed her lips against his. The scent of cedar was stronger than she last remember the smell of coffee less over powering. It caused her to pull back enough to look him in the eyes it seemed she wasn’t the only one that had changed.