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WHO:

batghoul
WHERE: Reilly's apartment
WHEN: Monday night
WARNINGS: Probably none!
SUMMARY: Cass comes by to see Reilly, but he's not at home. May is, however.
FORMAT: whatever

Cass quickly scaled the side of Reilly's apartment building. She'd been in the neighborhood, and a quick stop by to see her boyfriend and ask him if he wanted to patrol together seemed like a good start to the evening. She could also show off a slightly modified version of her usual costume: the black bodysuit remained the same, but she'd finally felt comfortable enough to put the bat symbol on her chest. The cape was long and tattered, the handiwork of her younger self. Reaching his window, she tapped lightly and waited. No response. She tapped harder, but still no sign of Reilly. So she quickly picked the lock, and slipped inside.

He obviously wasn't in his room--and he'd probably have a heart attack if he knew she was in there without him--so she crept quietly toward the door. "Reilly?" she called out timidly as she cracked the door open.

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May leaned against the counter, relaxing slightly at that. Well, at least nothing terrible was happening. And, she had to admit, Reilly going out on patrol as a normal girlfriend activity seemed about right. Cute, even.

"He lucked out, didn't he." That...might sound odd out of her own thought processes, wouldn't it? "I mean, finding a girl with the same, er, love for certain hobbies."

She looked a bit confused when May first started speaking, but she got the gist of it when May clarified it. "Fighting crime? Um... yeah." She smiled a bit. "I'm lucky, too." It took some of the stress out of a superhero relationship when you knew your significant other could take care of himself in a fight.

May'd been curious about how this whole thing had started, but asking 'so how did you actually stand him long enough to start dating?' seemed like...a bad thing. No matter how lovingly said. There had to be a more delicate way to put it.

"So how'd you two meet, anyway? You know Reilly. He's not much on...sharing on certain topics."

"Both worked at the dojo. Started sparring together. Then dating, later." She shrugged a bit, and took a sip of her water. "I'm... not good at that, either." They were both similar in that respect, though she sometimes thought that Reilly was even more awkward about it than she was.

"...it would start with fighting."

She said it with a grin, though. The video of Reilly getting dog-piled with kids was still fresh in her mind. That place had been better for him than she'd known, she would have to make Mr. Rand a present if he ever returned.

"So who asked who out?"

[So sorry for the slow. Visiting home and internet is a little more scarce than I anticipated.]

Cass smiled back. She remembered that video vividly, too. It'd been the first time they'd met. Officially, at least.

"Um. I think I did. Accidentally."

[It's okay! I'm probably better at slow threads anyway.]

"Accidentally?"

May was slipping into normal, comfortable girlfriend gossip mode without even noticing. Somehow, after a year in the City and her time as a mask before the cape and outfit was easy to ignore.

"Asked network... what to do on a date. Was supposed to be private. Reilly saw."

She smiled a bit. It was kind of funny now, but more than a little awkward at the time. But awkwardness kind of characterized their relationship.

"But you were going to ask him out anyway?"

Awkwardness characterized all of Reilly's relationships, which was part of the reason May couldn't help but be all too entertained by the story. That, combined with her natural affinity for such topics, of course.

"Yes. Just... not like that."

She'd have to ask May if Reilly had always been like that. She thought maybe he just started stuttering and shifting around with her.

"Because of his charming personality?"

It was said with love, but there are truth to it. The first time they'd met he'd more or less called her a useless little girl and told her to go home, after all. It was hard to think of him making good first impressions.

She shrugged. "I, um. Just liked him. When we first met."

He was a bit more humble in their first meeting, since he'd been at the bottom of a pile of dojo kids, after all.

"Lucky guy," she more or less hummed. Good for him. For them both, really.

"He's a little less...uh, uptight, since you two started going out, you know."