Who: Stephanie Brown!Batgirl and Tim Wayne!Robin What: Talking things out. When: Latelatelate November 3rd. Where: A random building rooftop. Rating: Probably pretty low. Neither of them are even that big of cursers.
Stephanie was less than overjoyed at the idea of having a talk with Tim. She'd already been though his whole "OMG YOU'RE NOT DEAD YOU LIED BLAH BLAH BLAH" thing before, and yeah, that had been hard on her. But since then she had moved on. For one thing, she had seriously gotten over him. No, she didn't want to date him any more. For another, even in her time they weren't the best of buddies. They could get along, they could be civil, but they weren't all that close any more, and it had been long enough that Stephanie was fine with that.
And even though she'd been there, done that with the whole talk issue, Tim hadn't. She didn't need the talk again, but he did, and she understood that. So she would go rehash her side of the story and get it over with, that way he could work towards getting over the whole ordeal.
These were the things that were on Stephanie's mind as she sped through the streets of Lawrence, nice and safe inside her Rocochet, careful to keep her radar detector on. There were so many reasons it would suck if she got pulled over in that thing, decked out in her Batgirl costume as she drove it. But soon enough she was at the address and parking her transportation at the curb. It didn't take her long to get to the top of the building either, and once she was up there she plopped down in a corner, legs stretched out in front of her as she turned her comm link off. If Babs asked later, she'd tell her exactly why she had done that, just like she had already explained to Cass why she had to take off for a while.
Now, all she had left was to wait for Tim to show up.