Tim sits down in the booth across from Steph, unzipping his jacket to reveal the t-shirt underneath, navy blue with Thor’s hammer plastered across the front.
“So far I’ve counted,” Steph says, ticking off her fingers as she names them off, ““Superboy, Superman. Green Lantern, Flash, Wonder Woman, Captain America, Ironman, and once, a Harley Quinn. Really, Tim? Harley Quinn?”
Tim blushes. “I’ve never worn that shirt.”
“In public,” Steph smirks. “O knows all.”
“Ugh,” Tim groans. “What’s your point?”
“My point,” Steph says, blowing on her coffee to cool it. “Is that not once have I ever seen you in an actual Batman t-shirt. Doesn’t that, I dunno, hurt his feelings or something?”
Tim snorts. “Not really sure he has those,” he says. “But when I walk around in my Green Arrow shirt you should see the vein that pops out of his forehead.”
“Probably the same one O gives me when I use comms for my own personal karaoke machine.”
Tim raises an eyebrow at her.
“What?” Steph says, taking a sip of her coffee. “I won’t be Batgirl forever. My fresh, kickin’ beats will be my ticket to fame and O will already have them all recorded.”
“You’ve really thought about this,” Tim says, trying not to laugh.
Steph nods, tapping her temple. “Inner workings of a genius,” she says. “So, if he goes nuts over the Green Arrow shirt, what do you think he’ll do about the Harley Quinn one?”
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“So far I’ve counted,” Steph says, ticking off her fingers as she names them off, ““Superboy, Superman. Green Lantern, Flash, Wonder Woman, Captain America, Ironman, and once, a Harley Quinn. Really, Tim? Harley Quinn?”
Tim blushes. “I’ve never worn that shirt.”
“In public,” Steph smirks. “O knows all.”
“Ugh,” Tim groans. “What’s your point?”
“My point,” Steph says, blowing on her coffee to cool it. “Is that not once have I ever seen you in an actual Batman t-shirt. Doesn’t that, I dunno, hurt his feelings or something?”
Tim snorts. “Not really sure he has those,” he says. “But when I walk around in my Green Arrow shirt you should see the vein that pops out of his forehead.”
“Probably the same one O gives me when I use comms for my own personal karaoke machine.”
Tim raises an eyebrow at her.
“What?” Steph says, taking a sip of her coffee. “I won’t be Batgirl forever. My fresh, kickin’ beats will be my ticket to fame and O will already have them all recorded.”
“You’ve really thought about this,” Tim says, trying not to laugh.
Steph nods, tapping her temple. “Inner workings of a genius,” she says. “So, if he goes nuts over the Green Arrow shirt, what do you think he’ll do about the Harley Quinn one?”
Tim grins. “Only one way to find out.”