why hello there six a.m.

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WHO: Kate "Hawkeye" Bishop (lilac_scented ), Tim "Robin III" Drake (123youreit )
WHERE: ...some street. Somewhat close to the YA/Blue Beetle's place idek.
WHEN: the buttcrack of dawn, April 26th
WARNINGS: language? also, the early morning. teenagers. sweatpants.
SUMMARY: Kate and Tim finally meet???
FORMAT: ffff whatever works.


Kate liked the morning. She prided herself on being able to get up at precisely five-forty-five every day, and had nearly a perfect record save for those troubled days where sleeping in had been a necessity, or those nights when patrols went on into the wee hours. She wasn't one of those cloyingly cheerful morning people, but her morning ritual was a luxury she couldn't pass on, no matter how comfortable bed was. The slivers of light that filtered in through the blinds were dim and conspicuously grayish; it would probably rain. Slipping her bare legs out from under the covers, she grabbed her comfy pair of gray sweats off the floor and quietly slid them on, twisting into a sports bra and putting the black tank top she'd worn to bed straight over it. She used her toes to hook and drag a stray purple hoodie off the pile of 'slightly-dirty-but-not-enough-to-wash' clothes. She picked it up. Sniffed it; no funky smells. She was good to go.

Mindful not to wake Cassie, she quietly made her way out of the room and down the stairs to the kitchen, where she bustled about for some juice. The contents of the fridge made her pause, however: No more milk and no more eggs.

Just how would a household of six teenagers manage with no milk and no eggs? At least they still had coffee. Small miracles.

She knocked back a tall glass of orange juice; it would tide her over until she got back. She didn't like to have a goal on her morning jog; it almost seemed to cheapen the experience. But to the convenience store it was...well, the convenience store a few dozen blocks away, at least. This was still a jog. She tucked a reusable bag into the pocket of her hoodie, made sure she had her keys, then made her way out the door.

The air was as nippy as she'd expected; not too cold, just sharp, and it whipped her ponytail around. Oh well, it didn't matter that she looked like ass. It was six o'clock in the morning. It wasn't as if anyone was awake enough to notice.

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Tim was finishing up his patrol pretty late - he'd been doing that more often lately, just carefully adjusting his patrol times to avoid everyone else. He knew it was avoidant, and that he couldn't continue it for long without getting someone's notice - most likely Cass, though she was less likely to say anything, at least - and he'd promised himself that he would stop and get back to normal patterns by the end of the week. The sooner the better, it should have been, but he just - needed a little space. Time where he couldn't feel everyone worrying about him, silently or not so silently, like he could at the Tower, surrounded by hi friends. It was nice, but it pressed on him at times too.

Just like the nearly ghostly presence of Dick in one of the other rooms there, the hurt child he'd failed to protect.

Tim shook his head and decided to walk back. It was early morning, but late enough to blend with early risers, and quiet, almost peaceful, as much as any city could get. You couldn't live in and for a city without walking its streets with everyone else now and then, anyway. He ducked into an alleyway and got changed into civilian clothes from the pocket in his cape, stowing his costume carefully away in a small rucksack before emerging and heading back, absently watching the people around him for signs of trouble, automatically.

... Huh, that girl looked familiar. He went over it in his head - Hawkeye, Kate. Leader of the Young Avengers. He smiled to himself, and then made his way over to her, bringing his speed up to a matching jog.

"Morning," he offered, quietly friendly, once he'd caught up with her.

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She cast a sideways glance at the young man who'd sidled up to her. He was a few inches taller than her, giving her a lovely view of a smiling mouth and straight jaw.

Goddamn it. Why was it always the hot guys with the bad timing?

"Good morning," she replied, her tone slightly arch as she examined him. There was something in his ease of manner that made Kate think he knew her, but for the life of her, she had no clue who he was. It was a disconcerting feeling, to say the least; she desperately tried to rack her brain for places where she met people, but came up blank. The eyes, the hair, not even his voice dredged up a memory.

"I'm sorry," she finally admitted, somewhat embarrassed, "have we met before?"

[notlikeanyone]

Ah, that was right - he always used his Robin Voice on the comm, and they'd never met face to face. Tim felt a tiny swell of amusement and pride, both in his ability to disguise his identity and to recognise hers, and at the (kind of cute, but he wouldn't say it) confusion he was inspiring. But there was no need to be a tease about this.

Well, not too much of one, anyway.

"Not directly," he asserted with a small smirk, and then put on the Robin Voice to speak again. "Does this help?"

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When he said 'not directly' she could feel the tirade building in her chest, and narrowed her eyes dangerously at him. Thought he was some kind of wise-guy, did he? With that knowing little smile. She was going to give him a piece of--or not.

Well that was a pretty big tip-off. There was only one person she'd ever heard use that voice, not to mention it was pretty memorable in and of itself--Kate surmised it was probably designed with that effect in mind.

"Robin, you doof--" she hissed under her breath, nudging him playfully in the ribs. The slight smile on her lips told him she didn't mean anything by it, though. "You gigantic tool. I was ready to break both kneecaps if you got any skeevier. What brings you to this neck of the woods?"

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Tim mock-winced at the nudge to his ribs, still smiling lightly. "Heh, sorry. I guess my real voice just doesn't carry off the mysterious angle as well, huh?" The Robin Voice was maybe an octave lower and pitched for command and so on, and really didn't belong when they were jogging along out of costume, so he'd ditched it already.

"I just finished patrolling and felt like walking back, for a change of pace." More or less the truth. "You?"

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"Nope, but talking to a real person beats a dark mysterious voice on the end of a line..." she trailed off, paused and added with a smirk, "though I guess some people do go for that kind of thing."

The upbeat pace of the jog was just enough to be active while still gentle enough to warm up sleep-stiff muscles. "I always get up this early to go jog," she explained, "I always feel like I'm wasting daylight hours if I stay in bed too long. Besides, getting up early means I get the first shower, first breakfast, cup of coffee, newspaper--all in total quiet. I mean, we're five, plus Jaime. I don't know if the Teen Titans are as bad as the Young Avengers, but silence in our house is rare."

I only even have two icons of him smiling out of costume, silly emoboy.

[notlikeanyone]

"Some people definitely go for that kind of thing, but I try my best not to encourage it." Especially considering that most of the people that he aimed the Voice at were either villains or teammates... yeah, not the best idea.

Tim made a note that jogging was a pretty good way to wind down after a patrol, since it kept him active but wasn't overly taxing on already-tired muscles. He figured all he needed was to have a shower when he got back, and that should be about perfect all around. "Heh, yeah, the Tower can get pretty hectic, especially with Impulse and Superboy around - Impulse is a speedster, and Superboy gets bored way too easy. Unless he has girls to hit on, of course."