Senna smirked slyly, a shadow covering her face. A soft giggle could be heard from her. "She knows because she's always looking for stuffy to blackmail people with." Tim replied, rolling his eyes and groaning. "I only know because I'm the one Dick complains to occasionally," He replied, rubbing the back of his neck, "You really don't want to know." He replied, making a face with a light blush on his cheeks. "We shouldn't be talking about them like this." He continued.

Senna laughed, elbowing him in the slight lightly. "Oh, come on, Timmy. It's not like it's gonna kill us!" She paused, shrugging, "Well, I mean, Lacy might."