13605/Bats and School: A Balancing Act

Bats and School: A Balancing Act
Date of Scene:	08 July 2021
Location:	Balcony, Monarch Theatre
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Sparrowhawk, Red Robin

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Sparrowhawk has posed:
    The balcony is a sacred place in the Theater, a most intimate venue, a special location where Phoebe Beacon was laying, face-down, her hair pulled into low puffs, wearing pajama pants and stolen T-shirt of Tim's.

    "I cannot beleive I got an eighty-eight on that test. Forget Biological Chemistry. Forget it! I'm just gonna go into being your girlfriend professionally and let you pay for everything." she shouts in the utmost exasperation into the blankets.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake comes walking back into the bedroom, having just finished shaving and getting all cleaned up. He smiles over to her, and says "Well I am ok with that, but I do believe I know someone who will be running chem formulas through her head while on patrols for a week, just cause thats who she is."

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "You can't guilt me with Bab's photographic memory. That's just not my gift." Phoebe comments, rolling to her side and sticking her tongue out. "Unless you mean you're going to make me run chem formulas through my head for a week because I'm mad at myself for missing the extra credit question because he didn't define *animal* proteins."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake looks to her, and says "No, I mean I know you and you will be studying it extra hard to get higher on the next text to bring the grade back up to an A." He moves to sit astride her and rub her shoulders "Actually knowing different types of chemistry does help a lot with all the villains we have with doctorates.

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "A surprising amount of people in academia are in evil or at least morally questionable status." Phoebe replies back, and she straightens a little bit when Tim joins her on the bed, but relaxes her alert when he starts rubbing her shoulders. All those missions and martial arts make for strong hands, after all. "I can see Biological chem against like, Ivy, but against Fries? Maybe Crane? But I'm still on training-wheel status, Tim." she jokes from beneath him.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake nods, and says "True, but knowing the info helps not only while in the field but back here as well, when we are working the case, or working out the antidote for the later joker gas, or fear gas." He admits "Plus there are always the copy cats or the ones who want to be the next Scare crow, or condiment king." He adds a D lister in there to make her chuckle.

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "Hey, those D-listers cause enough trouble on their own." Phoebe states as she breathes out. "I know, and I think that's why I'm so... disappointed in myself for scoring so low." Yes, an 88 was low.

    "It's not like there's a lot of room for making mistakes. That's... a lot of pressure on you."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake smiles and says "Well there is but we try our best we can't be perfect all the time no matter how much we want we just have tostrive for the best we can and strive to be better

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    Phoebe gives a small smile, and turns to her back, raising her eyebrows at Tim. "Still, whole lot of pressure. No wonder you take statistics courses to relax." she jokes gently, bringing her hands up and brushing her fingers over Tim's clean-shaven face.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake kisses her fingers and says "Well, I have always liked puzzles, and figuring out things so that does help." He looks down at her, and says "We all have out place where we excel. Even see what yours is already."

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "Making friends with unlikely dark-haired gentlemen?" Phoebe smiles up at Tim, her fingertips resting on the angles of his jaw. "Stealing your favorite T-shirts from the clean laundry?"

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake looks to her, and says "Knowing the people and the soul of GOtham, knowing where the people need help and how to help them.

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "... if Gotham has a soul, it's worth saving." Phoebe smiles, and she leans her head back against the blankets covering the bed. "Thank whatever fates or stars ordained our paths of life to cross; I can't see my life without you in it now."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake smiles and says "Yes, I know Bruce thinks this job is something you do solo with an occasional partner, I have realized I want you as my partner both in and out of the mask. I want you with me always." He leans down to give her a gentle kiss

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "... Always always?" Phoebe asks with a little smile, drawing her fingers up and through Tim's dark hair.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake nods his head a bit and says "Always always and a day even beyond that.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake looks down at her, and says "You up for putting up with me for ever?" He asks her with a smile on his face.

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    The young woman gives a grin up at Tim, looking at the juxtaposition of her dark skin against his pale, her dark eyes looking to his blue.

    "Well, you've already got me in armor, on motorcycles, traveling the world. What more could I possibly want?" Phoebe points out.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake grins and says "Learning to drive the jet next?" He rubs his hand over hers, and says "What do you want next though?"

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "I can hardly pass bio-chem and you want me to fly jets?" she asks, and then she sits up slightly, drawing up to her elbows.

    "... is it harder to pilot the jet or the car? Because the car was pretty hard that one time, but it was a stressful situation."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake smiles and says "Well the jet has more to know, but unless your doing slaloms with the high rises there is a lot less to hit in the jet." He says this as is slaloms is something you may have to do or he may have done. First time is always the hardest but with practice it aint to bad.

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    Yep. Slaloms on the motorcycle. Phoebe cried. She didn't hit anything though.

    "Mm. Probably less stressful than driving your car trying to rescue you from people who shot me." Phoebe points out, bringing her arms back down and stretching them a little bit as she gives a soft huff.

    "You'd have to take me out over Kansas or something to get me to fly anything. Nothing important ever crashed in Kansas."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake smirks a bit about that for some reason, but nods and says "Some open air for sure." He looks over to her, and says "So, the jet the thing your dreading the most?"

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    Phoebe catches that smirk, and she narrows her eyes a moment, her lips pursing, but she decides to let it go.

    "No, I mean, it's intimidating, for certain, but I think the thing I dread the most is the day you're not there to check over my shoulder. I kinda stumbled into this business. You actively pursued. Someday I'm going to get hurt."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake looks to her, and moves to put his arm around her, holding her close "Well our goals are always not to, thats what all the training is for, not just getting the bad guy but getting us home safe. You have a bit of an advantage in that, but yea it could happen. You can't dwell on it though or you will end up not listening to the insticts we are working on.

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "I'm not worried about /me/, Tim." Phoebe states as she sits up a little bit, turning to look to his face.

    "I'm worried about *you*."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake grins at her, and kisses her cheek. "Well, I have been doing it for a while, and there are guys who have been doing this a lot longer than I have, and they still around, your not getting rid of me any time soon." He rubs her back, and leans in to kiss her cheek "I know I get the passive healing being around you but it is why I don't ask for more active healing if I get cut or what not. I don't want to think about "Oh I'll get better, it hurts and I don't want to have to heal if I can avoid it."

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "No, Tim, not like that--" Phoebe states, and she holds his hand. She takes a breath, and looks into his eyes.

    "What if something happens to me. What will you do? Are you going to be okay? Should I be stuck in like, a holding pattern?" she questions, and then runs a hand through her own hair. "It's a lot to think about, but when you said forever and you meant forever...."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake looks to her, and says "If something happens to you, well, I will see about getting the best of the best to help you or save you. I won't give up on you. But tell me this hon, what guarantee does anyone have that their other half will not have something happen to them?

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "None... but it's different, Tim." Phoebe states, and she leans her head forward, leaning her forehead against his shoulder. "What am I without you?"

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake says, "Smart, tough, a future leader of people. Someone who will look after Gotham in ways that even we in the suits can't" He looks to her with pride in his eyes "A good person, one of the best.""

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    PHoebe pauses a moment, and looks up at Tim with a hush over her, dark eyes looking to his blue, seeing the pride in his eyes that he took in her. In her education. In her work and progress.

    And then she throws her arms around him, hugging him as she gives a little bit of a sniffle, and then mutters:

    "I'm not crying."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake smirks a bit and hugs her back, rubbing her back, a tear or two of happiness and pride maybe there, but he he will just say "Most be something in the air, we may need to get an air purifier or something." He offers her an obvious excuse and out. He does kiss her.

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    And she him, before she pulls back, pawing at her eyes a moment and breathes out. "All right, enough mushy stuff, we got work tonight, and I want to see if that bur on the inside of my left gauntlet's worn off yet."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake grins a bit at her, and says "Well lets see how it looks may have to take it apart and go it is with a file, and handle it by hand." He will kiss her again and let her lead him to the work.

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "I'll handle *you* by hand." Phoebe gives a wry little grin, and she draws up, stretching her arms over her head again. "So, what's our beat tonight?"

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake hmms a bit and says "I thought hit the narrows tonight, maybe make an appearance near some of the homeless camps, make sure folks realize we watch over them as well." He smiles at her, and says "Figure let you show me some of the spots you were using and use when out on your own.

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "Hah, well, it's less dangerous when you're not obviously A Bat." she admits as she pulls off her ill-begotten shirt, carrying it over her sports top as she makes her way down. "If you look like you belong there? They don't bother you so much."