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He's Such A Heart Throb, Ain't He? (Private)

Waiola shrugged. "'Less active'." She quoted once again. "Certainly not a city then, or anywhere near your sister and nephew." She teased, shrugging. "I do like beaches, oh and warm places, but I'm not picky." She said, running her fingers through her thick, tangled, and dark waves of hair.

He's Such A Heart Throb, Ain't He? (Private)

Waiola's hands released her forehead. She just stared at Crystal, blinking only a few times. "'O-our own place'?" She quoted, her eyes widening a little. She felt her body relax, shaking her head as she started to laugh. "I don't know why, but you just said that so casually and I think that that's just so freak'n funny!" Waiola's cheeks were blushing because she was a little embarrassed like she always was when it came to relationships. "But, I mean, I guess we could. I'm going have to go out a get a job so we can, you know, pay for our own place. And, like, uh...wh-where were you thinking of going?" She asked, looking at Crystal.

Welcome to Gotham (Private)

"That's an understatement." Senna called, brushing her hands together after she finished fixing the door. Tim shot her a look and she shrugged. "Not long ago. They just came back from their honeymoon, what, last week?" Senna smirked, her eyes looking over Ace's workshop. "But I bet the-" "Senna!" "-didn't stop in Hawaii." Tim was now glaring at Senna and her lack of filter.

He's Such A Heart Throb, Ain't He? (Private)

"What could Juliettee do?" Waiola asked, not following Crystal at all. The Hawaiian native leaned foreword, her elbows on her knees as she rested her temples against her palms. Despite the situation, she snickered. "At this point, I've already basically moved in with you." She said to her knees, her eyes staring at the muscular lady sitting next to her.

Welcome to Gotham (Private)

Tim smooshed his lips together, trying to remember exactly how it happened. It felt like he met Lacy and Ace so long ago... "I think Senna and Dick, you know, Lacy's husband, introduced us." He answered plainly. Intruded Trick and Red Robin, not Ace and Tim.

Welcome to Gotham (Private)

Tim glanced over his shoulder at Senna. "No, she's fine. I think this is, like, the second time she's done that to that exact door." He said, rolling his eyes and smirking. "Third time's a charm!" Senna called as she pushed the door back into place and began to screw it back to the doorway.

He's Such A Heart Throb, Ain't He? (Private)

Waiola frowned, looking at the ground. "Well, I don't even know what I'm going to choose." She muttered softly. "This whole situation sucks ass." She hissed, throwing herself back against the couch and crossing her arms, sitting in an annoyed manner. She looked at her knees, studying them as she thought. "Even if I wanted to keep it, I don't even think I could, you know, support them both as a mother and financially. But if I give them up then they become a easy weak point for whoever I take down." She verbally vomited, her brain thinking faster and faster.

Welcome to Gotham (Private)

Tim smiled softly and raising his hands, signing, "yes, I do sign." Bruce made any of his apprentices learn several languages, even languages that were spoken with fingers rather than vocal cords. "I do, too!" Senna chirped, still smirking at Ace. He definitely gave her the reaction she was looking for. She wandered over to the door and began to pick things up as she reached into her pocket for a screw driver.

He's Such A Heart Throb, Ain't He? (Private)

"No." Waiola gave her short reply quickly. She heard Crystal rummaging around the fridge. She could feel how heavy the air was. Nothing but awkwardness. Waiola hated feeling awkward. "Crystal, when are we going to talk about this?" She asked, sitting up and gesturing to her belly. "Because I'm going to be entering the second trimester any day now, and neither of us have really acknowledged that ever since I came back from my little...disappearing act."

Welcome to Gotham (Private)

"I like her already." Senna commented as she heard Z snicker as Ace's reaction. "At least she has a sense of humor when it comes to my jokes." She said loudly, giving Tim a look. Tim made a face at Senna. "Maybe because, at least so far, she hasn't been a victim of one." he replied cooly. Senna rolled her eyes. "You just have a stick up your ass."

"So, uh, welcome to Gotham." Tim said to the unknown girl. "My name is Tim Drake. This crazy lady is Senna Sacker." He held out his hand politely for a handshake. "Where are you from?" Not that Senna didn't already know. Tim only went snooping when he had the interest, and he wasn't a creeper like Senna could be.