Playing With Fire (Batgirl)

[Red Robin]

Players: Batgirl, Red Robin
Location(s): A few hours north of Gotham
Plot Summary: Red Robin enlists Batgirl's help to go undercover and find an assassin before a senator's daughter is killed.
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What some might consider creepy, Tim considered well-prepared. In Gotham, any random stranger could be in danger at any given moment; those who stood out from the crowd were at even more of a risk. Because of this, he had developed the habit of keeping tabs on the more prominent members of society as well as their families, who were typically threatened just as frequently if not more so. Senator Brian Hall was one of those people who managed to stand out, and not in a good way. He was benefiting Gotham in a lot of ways, which was good, but that made him an easy target for those who didn't want the status quo altered anytime soon.

His only daughter, Megan, was currently attending the Rosemont Academy for Girls upstate from Gotham. As a member of the Hall family, Tim tried to keep an eye on her when he could and without crossing the line into Big Brother territory. It was only the major things that he paid attention to, such as frequent visits to the doctor and blood tests that showed abnormally high levels of potassium. The doctors would overlook it; they never thought twice about that sort of thing. To them, it would just appear that Megan was feeling ill and nobody really knew why. To Tim, it said something very different. Someone was trying to kill her, and they were slowly succeeding.

It was a smart move; kill the daughter of a senator without, thus forcing him to retreat to mourn and care for his wife without anyone even knowing that a crime had been committed. The bad news was that Tim wasn't sure how he was supposed to determine the identity of the assassin. It would have to be someone close to Megan; most likely another girl, a faculty member, or a member of the janitorial staff at her boarding school. It would be nearly impossible for him to get inside the school and stay near the girl without drawing attention for being a gigantic creep, which meant that he would need someone else to go on the inside.

There was one person who would be able to help him most, but he wasn't sure he wanted to ask her. It wasn't as though Tim didn't feel he could rely on Stephanie or her abilities, it was just... things were complicated with her. With them. He really liked working with her, but right now he wasn't sure that he would be able to trust himself to think as clearly as he would in any other situation. That being said, she was very good at what she did - better even than he had realized - and he knew that she would probably be happy to help. She was always eager to lend a hand wherever she was needed. No matter the state of their relationship, Stephanie was always someone he could count on.

That was why he now stood on one of the many rooftops in Gotham, his back against one of the grotesques decorating the ledge and his hand raised to activate his comm-link and open up a line to the newest Batgirl. "Hey, you busy?" Tim asked. Stupid question. Of course she was busy; he knew from experience that trying to go to school, hide a secret identity from a parent, and sneak out to fight crime at night was exhausting. Hopefully she wouldn't be as busy as she usually was, and that she would know that that was really what he meant. She usually did.

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"Playing With Fire"

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Steph dusted her hands off and stood triumphantly over the pair of muggers she'd just pounded into the pavement.

The jewelry and money they'd stolen from the young couple down the block had already been returned to their owners, the bad guys were down, and approaching sirens could already be heard wailing through the night. So, as much as she would've liked to claim that she was busy when she heard that oh-so-familiar voice over the comm-link in her cowl, the truth was Steph actually did have a bit of time on her hands.

It wasn't that she didn't want to talk with Tim, despite the complicated history between them. In fact, a part of her longed to see him, to have someone she could unload on and unburden herself of everything that'd been bothering her the past couple of weeks. The near-fatal beating that Steph had given Jeremiah Arkham still haunted her, and the encounter had brought back a renewed wave of nightmares about her torture at the hands of the previous Black Mask. More often than not, she'd awake in the middle of the night with a cry, drenched in sweat and shaking like a leaf. Thank god her mom had been working the graveyard shift at the hospital, saving Steph from any long, awkward conversations about what was bothering her.

Her mother meant well, of course, but...

But how could she ever understand what I'm going through right now?

Sighing, she grappled up to a high ledge on a nearby building. Leaning against the cool stone facade, she held one arm across her chest as the other raised her hand to her mouth, speaking into the comm-link.

"No, Red Robin," she said softly, watching as a police cruise turned into the alley below her, a pair of officers exiting the vehicle and going to gather up the unconscious muggers. "What's up?"

***

Minutes later, Steph swung down to land lightly atop the gargoyle near Tim, meeting him at the location he'd told her.

Crossing her arms casually, she shifted to make herself comfortable and looked down at him with a smile that wasn't entirely fake. After all, Tim was still one of her closest friends, despite the history between them, and it'd been a long time since she'd seen him. Still, there was that uncomfortable feeling in the pit of her stomach, and her chest lurched a little at the sight of him. There was a part of Steph that was craving comfort right now, and wanted to throw herself into his arms, but she knew that would be a bad idea. Whatever it was that'd been between them, it was in the past.

"What'd you wanna talk about?"

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TAGGED: Red Robin
NOTES: None
CREDITS: Thanks to BUNNYA! at Caution 2.0
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[Red Robin]

As he had been waiting for Stephanie, it had occurred to Tim that he could have just asked M'gann or Ravager to help him; they had both done undercover work for him before and were perfectly qualified for this sort of task. Instead, his mind had gone immediately to Steph. He had shaken his head and scoffed at himself as he waited. He liked to think that he had immediately thought of her because he trusted her and he knew how good she was at what she did, but he wasn't so oblivious to his own thought process as to think that there wasn't more to it. Could he help it if he liked working with Steph? She was smart, had a killer sense of humor, was a much better fighter than he had previously given her credit for, and - most importantly - she wasn't afraid to call him on his crap. Sometimes that was annoying, but even when it was, Tim could usually acknowledge later on that it was necessary. With a job like this, they all needed someone to keep them in check every once in a while.

Tim was snatched away from his thoughts by Stephanie's arrival. He might not have been the body language expert that Cassandra was, but being able to read people well was a key part of being a detective. It was clear that the she was somewhat uncomfortable, probably partially for the same reasons as he. Tim had a feeling that wasn't solely it, though. Dick had told him about Stephanie's recent run-in with the new Black Mask, and Tim was undeniably tempted to ask if she was okay. He doubted it would be weird - they were still close friends, which meant he was still allowed to care about her - but if he were in her shoes, he couldn't say that he would want to talk about it. They all had their Black Mask; that one person who just pushed them right to the edge, who tested everything they believed in. It was understood among their group that unless the person directly affected brought it up, nobody else asked. Bruce was typically the only person exempt from that rule, as was the case with most things anyway. Stephanie knew that he was there if she needed anything, at least.

The former Boy Wonder lifted his chin to look up at Steph, who was now perched atop the gargoyle. It was still going to take a while to get used to seeing that costume on her. Not that he didn't like it; it was just different. It had been weird enough to see her as Robin, and now Batgirl? He was just accustomed to seeing her as Spoiler, he supposed. Being Batgirl suited her, though. She had certainly earned it. "How do you feel about a little undercover work?" Tim asked. "I'm looking into an assassination attempt at the Rosemont Academy for Girls and, seeing as how I'm not a girl and all, I could use a hand."

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"Playing With Fire"

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An assassination attempt at an all girls school?

Well, that certainly sounded interesting. And beyond that, it sounded like it might be just the distraction she was looking for right now. Losing herself in her work was the only thing that really took Steph's mind off of her recent encounter with Black Mask, after all. That was why at night, after she woke up in a cold sweat from her nightmares, she would suit up, get in the Compact, and head out to patrol the streets. Work gave her the distraction she needed, and she was doing good at the same time.

It was a win/win situation.

Steph couldn't quite help her lips from quirking into a half-smirk as Tim spoke, though. She wasn't quite far gone enough to miss the humor in certain situations; she wouldn't be who she was if she let things like this break her down completely. So despite her dark mood, she chuckled softly and turned that smirk on Tim.

"Ya know, if you're going through all this trouble just to get me into a school uniform, all you had to do was ask," she mocked, sticking her tongue out at him and laughing. "Seriously though, I'd love to help you out. Honestly, I need the distraction right now..."

Well, there it was. She hadn't meant to, but that comment was practically an invitation to Tim that she wanted to talk about what was bothering her. This wasn't the time, though, and there was work to do, so before Red Robin had a chance to say anything, she held up her hand to stop him.

"Not now, okay? Later, when this is over," Steph said softly, shaking her head. "Now, you got a way in worked out for me, or am I gonna have to weasel my way into the school on my own? Either way is fine with me."

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TAGGED: Red Robin
NOTES: None
CREDITS: Thanks to BUNNYA! at Caution 2.0
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[Red Robin]

He knew that look. He had been able to sense it even when her face was completely obscured by her Spoiler mask, so identifying it with her face only partially covered now was a piece of cake. That was the look that Stephanie made when she was about to A) give him crap, or B) say something that ran the risk of making him blush horrifically. Fortunately for Tim, he wasn't still the awkward little nerd (okay, the nerd part admittedly still applied) of yesteryear, and these days he typically did better at holding his own against such attacks. Having random naked women accosting him on an all-too-regular basis had lessened the instinct to get uncomfortable at certain types of comments.

He wasn't going to mention that to Steph though.

So when the blonde girl made her school uniform remark, Tim's reaction was little more than a smirk (though he silently acknowledged that the mental image of Stephanie in such an outfit wasn't one he was altogether eager to dismiss). "Your face'll get stuck that way," he warned her with a light chuckle. He was grateful that she not only seemed eager to help out, but that she wasn't so down that she couldn't still be her usual self. If Stephanie wasn't teasing him about something, it was a sign that something was really wrong. It was clear that there was indeed something bothering her (and he could certainly assume what) but she was quick to dismiss anything he may have had to say on the matter. Tim held up both of his own hands in a peaceful gesture. "Wasn't gonna say anything. I'll be here if and when you want to talk." Stephanie deserved what little privacy she could get, considering that nothing in their 'family' was ever really kept personal. It sounded like she did want to talk eventually, but he could agree that this task should be their first priority.

The dark-haired young man pushed off from the grotesque he had been leaning against. "Come on, I wouldn't make you do all of the work," he grinned. "I already have it set up. Everything you'll need is back at the Cave." The aforementioned uniform, the expected school supplies, her 'school records,' birth certificate, social security, even a mock Facebook - nothing could be overlooked when it came to undercover work. The slightest detail would be the one that blew the entire mission. Tim just hoped that she wouldn't be annoyed that he already had everything set up on the presumption that Stephanie would indeed have agreed... but then, she was probably used to that sort of thing by now.

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"Playing With Fire"

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Steph stiffled a yawn and tried to stay awake and pay attention, tapping her pencil absently on the desk.

Tim had definitely gone the extra mile on this one, she had to give him that. Not only had he gotten her installed in the school under a false alias (Karen Scott), but he'd managed somehow to get her into all of Megan's classes. That alone would've been amazing, but to top it all off, he'd even managed to get Steph in as the girl's new roommate, since her last one had recently moved into a different dorm. Steph wasn't entirely sure, but she thought that Tim might've had a hand in that too.

Sighing, she let her eyes flick over to Megan, who was sitting a couple desks away from her. She seemed to be having no trouble whatsoever paying attention as the teacher droned on and on about... well, honestly Steph wasn't sure. Hell, she wasn't even sure what this class was. It was going to be really, really, really embarrassing if the teacher decided to--

"Miss Scott, what are your thoughts on the matter?"

Damn you inner-monologue![/i][/color]

Steph blinked and sat up straight, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. She could feel all of her classmates' eyes on her, which sort of went the other way from her desire to remain as anonymous as possible. Before she had a chance to speak and make an even bigger fool of herself, Megan cleared her throat and spoke up.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Franklin," she said with her typical bright, charming smile. "Karen and I were up late studying for a test in Mrs. Allen's class last night, she's a little out of it. I think what she would've said in answer is..."

Steph hung her head and let out a sigh of relief as Megan answered for her, diverting attention away from her and back to the subject at hand. God, Steph owed her big time, and what better way to pay her back than to make sure no one managed to off her when they were least expecting it? That thought caused Steph to perk up a little, her eyes wandering the class for anyone who might seem like a threat, or even seem unusually attentive to Megan.

I've been here for almost a week, and I've got zilch, Steph admitted with a sigh. And it's not like I can just come out and say "Hey, so, have any idea who around here might wanna kill you? No? Didn't think so."

Glancing out the window, Steph hoped that Tim was having better luck on his end than she was...

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TAGGED: Red Robin
NOTES: None
CREDITS: Thanks to BUNNYA! at Caution 2.0
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[Red Robin]

The footage from the micro-cameras he'd hidden in less invasive areas of the school wasn't being very helpful, though Tim hadn't expected otherwise. They had to be dealing with some kind of professional here, and no contract killer would be stupid enough to make a move where a camera could catch them in the act. He let out a frustrated sigh. If he didn't catch who was doing this, eventually Megan's symptoms would increase from fatigue and trouble breathing to cardiac arrest. He understood why the killer was delivering what he believed to be potassium chloride. Megan's death had to be set up; if she suddenly dropped dead, people would be suspicious and demand answers. If she appeared to be fighting off an illness before she died, most would write it off as an unexplained medical anomaly.

Stephanie's presence there didn't seem to be accomplishing much, either. That said nothing about her quality of work, given that Tim had made no more progress than she. It was distressing, to say the least. If he couldn't figure this out, a girl was going to die... and if she did, Tim was going to hate himself for bringing Stephanie into it. She already had enough on her plate without having to deal with someone being murdered on her watch. The dark-haired young man exhaled sharply through his nose as he brought his hands together, clasping them and pressing his knuckles against his mouth and nose while his blue eyes glared at the screen. He had the what, the why, the how, and half of the who, but the when, where, and the killer's identity remained unknown to him. He had been looking over the footage, hoping to perhaps catch a glimpse of the would-be assassin, but nobody stood out to him. Apart from regular visits from her parents, Megan was around the same people all of the time, and Tim had done a thorough background check on every one of them. While 'Karen Scott' was proof that making a false identity wasn't that difficult, making it good enough for him to not be able to figure it out was a lot harder.

Tim reached out to switch the footage to that of Megan and Stephanie's current class. The latter appeared to have just been shaken from her personal thoughts (which he assumed to primarily consist of new ways to make him pay for putting her through high school all over again) and the former had swiftly come to her rescue. He chuckled quietly, then spoke into his earpiece so that it would relay to the communicator masquerading as a small earring that he had given to Stephanie. "Pay attention," he scolded, only half joking. "I can't get you back in there if you flunk out." She wouldn't be able to respond while in class, which Tim had to admit was half of the reason why he felt safe to give her a bit of a hard time over the line. "Meet me on the dorm roof at midnight tonight and we'll compare notes." He would also deliver her homework for the next few days, which he had been doing; she couldn't fully focus on keeping an eye on Megan if she had to write a bunch of essays, and doing calculus always helped clear his mind anyway.

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"Playing With Fire"

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Steph scowled at Tim's little jab, but it was a credit to her that she managed to keep quiet.

Sighing, she tried to make it look like she was focusing on the class, when in reality it was Megan that she was really paying attention to. For the most part, the girl wasn't really showing any signs of her "illness" at the moment, but Steph knew that was just an act, something she put on in public to keep people from fawning over her. For a senator's daughter, Megan was surprisingly humble, and didn't like a lot of undue attention, or special treatment because of who her father was.

In private though, Steph was able to easily see just how tired, sick, and in pain Megan was. The girl had trouble sleeping, was up two or three times in the night to rush to the bathroom sick, and spent a lot of time crying. Steph did what she could to comfort her, but the truth was, "Karen Scott" was still a new person in Megan's life, and as such wasn't really the type for the other young woman to confide in.

If we could just figure out how the assassin is poisoning her, we'd finally be able to put a dent in all this...

Outwardly, Steph continued to watch the teacher as he scrawled out some formula or other on the board, while at the same time watching Megan out of the corner of her eye. She seemed to be focused and attentive today, which hopefully meant she was feeling a little bit better. She was jotting down notes rapidly, pausing every so often to nibble absently at the end of her pencil, a habit that Steph had noticed Megan doing whenever she was deep in thought. The girl went through several of the pencils a week, since she was always nibbling through the erasers...

Steph blinked. Then frowned in thought. Then blinked again, eyes going wide.

Oh. My. GOD.

But it couldn't really be that obvious, could it? Was it even possible? What difference did it make, really, if the poison was put into Megan's food or drink, or if it was applied to the end of her pencils? After all, it wasn't as if the girl's habit of chewing her pencils was a secret. Anyone watching her or paying even the slightest bit of attention to her would notice it...

And a good assassin would definitely exploit it...[/b][/color]

Suddenly class couldn't be out fast enough, and midnight couldn't come any sooner.

***

Steph--wearing her Batgirl suit--pulled herself up onto the roof stealthily, pausing to crouch and look around.

She wasn't necessarily expecting an ambush here, but if the assassin had somehow realized who Steph really was, and why she was here, then trouble could be right around the corner. Everything was quiet though, and she stood up and walked a little further out onto the roof, speaking into her communicator.

"Red Robin, you here yet?"

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TAGGED: Red Robin
NOTES: None
CREDITS: Thanks to BUNNYA! at Caution 2.0
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[Red Robin]

"Right here," Tim replied from several yards behind her on the other side of the roof, his words slightly delayed as they echoed through the communicator following him speaking aloud. He had been crouching there for about half an hour now, watching over the grounds in an effort to spot anyone lurking about who ought not be. So far, nothing. It was frustrating to acknowledge that he had no idea how this assassin was even getting access to Megan, let alone how she was being poisoned. There had to be somebody getting close to her who wasn't supposed to be, but both from what he had seen and what Stephanie had told him, there hadn't been anybody suspicious around. It was like she was being poisoned by a ghost.

Tim rose from his perched position and stepped over to Steph. If he was lucky, she would have something good for him. Megan was getting sicker every day and if he - they - didn't figure out how, she wasn't going to survive much longer. This assassin was patient, but they weren't going to draw this out forever. The longer she was ill, the more time her family would be looking into ways to cure her and the more risk there would be of the poison being discovered. Even though it didn't present itself as a toxin in the body on any tests, it was only a matter of time before someone came to the same conclusion that Tim had. Of course, by then it would be far too late. Part of Tim wished that Megan's family knew what kind of danger she was in so that she could be placed under greater protection, but he knew that that would erase any chance of him identifying her would-be killer. They needed to find the assassin so that they couldn't strike again at a later time, or harm anyone else in the meantime.

More importantly, they needed to find the assassin so that whoever was responsible for the hit could be held accountable. Rarely did assassins strike out on their own. Somebody else wanted Megan dead, and given that she was the daughter of a prominent politician, there was probably a very long list of likely candidates. "Got anything?" Tim asked, handing Stephanie the manila envelope full of that week's homework. This couldn't be easy for her. He had covered for her at her actual school, but that didn't mean that rooming with and befriending a girl whose life was dependent on her efforts was a simple venture. Tim knew that in this case, he had the easy role. He was working to save Megan's life as well, but he wasn't bonding with her at the same time.

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"Playing With Fire"

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Steph glanced over when Tim stepped out of the shadows.

For a moment, she had to do a double take, and she wondered if she'd ever get used to seeing him in that costume. Whenever she heard his voice, she just pictured him in that old, familiar Robin getup, and there was something comforting about that. But to be expecting that and see him as Red Robin instead? Well, it was just strange.

Yeah, strange is a good word for it. But I guess if I'm being honest, he probably feels the same way about seeing me dressed up as Batgirl...

Anyway. There was an assassin to catch. So down to business.

"Pretty sure I know how the assassin is managing to poison her," Steph replied. Reaching into her utility belt, she pulled out one of Megan's pencils, nibble-marks clearly noticeable on the eraser. "She chews on these things all the time, like some people bite their fingernails or pick their nose. Admittedly this is a lot less gross than nose picking, but since it's apparently deadly I think I'd prefer it if she was a booger eater."

Wandering over to the edge of the roof, Steph had a look around to make sure no one was on the grounds below to see her, and she sat down, hanging her legs over the edge and swinging them absently. She was feeling restless, and ready for action. Action, after all, was what kept her thoughts focused on the here and now, rather than on what Black Mask--

Stop it, Steph![/i][/color]

"I'm betting that if you run some checks on that pencil, you'll find your poison. And since she gets all her school supplies from the shop here on campus..."

She let the thought trail off, figuring Tim would be able to finish it.

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TAGGED: Red Robin
NOTES: None
CREDITS: Thanks to BUNNYA! at Caution 2.0
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[Red Robin]

Tim lifted a brow as he accepted the pencil from Stephanie and held it at eye level to observe it. She was right in that it wasn't nearly as gross as eating boogers, but that didn't mean he understood the appeal. It wasn't like erasers were known for their pleasing taste. He reached into his belt to withdraw an evidence bag, which he deposited the pencil into. "I'll take a look at it when I get back to the cave," Tim promised as he placed the bagged pencil into his own belt. "Nice work." He had hoped that Stephanie would be able to find something valuable, and she hadn't let him down. Placing the poison on a pencil eraser... that was a new one. The assassin would have had to access her school supplies then; perhaps they broke into Megan and Stephanie's room while they were in class and then -

Suddenly, Tim was standing straighter, more alert, and he had the look on his face. Anyone who knew him understood what it meant: he had figured out a key piece to the puzzle. "No she doesn't," Tim said, his voice urgent while still carrying the slightly unfocused quality of something who was more or less thinking aloud rather than actually intending to converse with someone. "She gets most of her supplies from the store. But when her family visits, her father always brings her more supplies." He was silent for another moment, mulling over the myriad of thoughts scrambling through his mind. Then, he sighed and reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. "There's no assassin," Tim groaned. "It's her dad. Senator Hall's been poisoning her." He should have seen that. There were never any good politicians in Gotham who stayed that way.

It was a perfect set-up. Nobody would suspect her own father even if they managed to figure out that she was being poisoned, and even if they did, how could they connect him to the crime? He hadn't been anywhere near his daughter. But, if he continuously supplied her with pencils laced with the toxin, she would slowly poison herself while he was hours away. Plus, he was her father; Hall would know all of her little habits and quirks. Most importantly, he had a reason. He would always be able to count on the sympathy vote, donations to his next campaign would likely be enormous if he played his cards right...

They had to confiscate the rest of Megan's pencils and find a way to link Senator Hall to the whole mess. Otherwise, there was no telling what kind of danger Megan could be in. "Has she mentioned when her family's visiting next?" Tim asked Stephanie. They would need to catch Hall in possession of the poisoned erasers, but even then, thus far there was no proof that he had poisoned his daughter himself. Tim was certain that it was him; no assassin would go through the trouble of getting through a senator's security to poison some pencils when they could just go directly to the daughter, where security would be more lax.

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When Tim got that old, familiar "Aha!" look on his face, Steph knew better than to push him, even though she was dying to know what was running through that head of his.

When he finally spoke, though, Steph could have faced palmed. It all seemed so obvious now, after having it laid out in front of her. Some people might've been taken aback by the idea that Megan's father was the one behind this; some people might even have argued with Tim, unable to believe that a father could ever be capable of something so horrendous.

And none of those people either A) live in Gotham, or B) have a super-villain as a father...

Sighing, Steph shook her head and made a face before glancing at Tim.

"Wow, what charmed lives we live, huh? As if taking down regular old scumbags wasn't enough, we get to tangle with the kind of scumbags who'd kill their own kids. Awesome."

After Tim asked her about when Megan's parents might be coming for a visit, Steph frowned and started pacing. The truth was, Megan didn't really talk much about her folks, since she preferred to have people like her for her, and not because they hoped to maybe get a favor from her senator father. (Senator scumbag father, Steph silently corrected herself.) Sure, Steph could ask Megan when the parental units might be turning up for a visit, but then she'd look just like all those other nitwits looking for a handout.

But...

"Well... not in so many words she hasn't, no," Steph responded slowly, thoughtfully. "But she sings in the choir, and they have a concert in a couple days... Tuesday night, I think. I bet her parents will be here for that, probably even take her out to dinner or something afterwards."

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TAGGED: Red Robin
NOTES: None
CREDITS: Thanks to BUNNYA! at Caution 2.0
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