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Tim Drake	Tim Drake walks along with Phoebe. He is walking on the street side, as they head into Gotham from the school. "So, you think your buddy will be more ok with me, when he knows I am going to treat you right, or you think is just something I gotta learn to live with?"
Phoebe Beacon	"Hard to say," Phobe states softly as they walk. She's taken to letting herself be walked home by Tim most nights, even though it would have been quicker to bus it. She gives a slight smile over to him as they go.     "Devon wants to be protective, but when we first met I kinda flattened him into the ground. Hard to get over being beat up by a four-year-old girl." she jokes.
Tim Drake	Tim Drake smiles and says "So, you figure the best way to get us guys to fall for you, is to throw us around?" He teases a bit. He holds up his hand "Don't hurt me." He grins at her, and then moves back close bumping his hip softly to hers.
Phoebe Beacon	"Look, if you fall it's your own fault. I just toss." she states, sticking her tongue out a moment as they walk on, and gives a little bit of a blush as he bumps his hip against hers. "Hey, careful there. I'm sensitive!" she jokes, making a familiar turn to cut through a small park
Tim Drake	Tim Drake grins and says "Well, hopefully didn't bruise ya too bad, but I got a sneaking feeling you have been tossed on that hip a few times." Something dawns on him, and says "Aint bruised currently?" He will ask showing concern.
Phoebe Beacon	"What? Why would I be bruised?" she asks absentmindedly as she walks, turning to face Tim quizically. "You didn't bump me that hard, Tim."
Tim Drake	Tim Drake nods, and says "Well, I know your still training did not know if maybe you had been getting tossed around in class." He will grin at her. "Would not hurt you at least not on purpose." He will grin at her. "So, whats your plans for tonight?"
Phoebe Beacon	"Aah, Tim. I am the one who tosses." she jokes, and she gives a shrug. "Well, met for class a couple nights ago, teacher's off today to see a movie, so I kinda have the night off." she trails off a moment, and rubs the back of her head. "Don't suppose you'd like to come inside maybe?"
Tim Drake	Tim Drake smiles and says "Sure, I would love to spend some time with you." He will move to take her hand and says "We can hang at your place or mine, I am good with either one." He grins at her
Phoebe Beacon	"Mom's making spaghetti." Phoebe explains quietly, and she rubs the back of her head a moment as she goes.     "Always enough to feed a small army, in case you're hungry." she adds on, coming out of the park and crossing a street to one of the row houses. This is where, typically, they part.     Tonight, though, she reaches for her keys as she steps up the front stoop, and opens the door.     It opens into a hallway,with a line of hooks for hanging jackets. There is an old pea coat hanging there, along with a woman's jacket in green that matches Phoebe's jacket in gray.     "Phoebe? Is that you?"     "Hi mom! I brought Tim in." she calls out, kicking off her sneakers by a rug. The hallway has a shadowbox with some patches baring crossed axes -- fireman's patches, for a department near Crime Alley.     And when Caroline Beacon comes out of the kitchen, wiping her hands, the history teacher gives Tim an appraising look. She's a bit on the thin side, with a severe nose but a gentle smile, and short, rather blonde hair.     Of course, the most jarring thing might be that while Phoebe is freckled and black, Caroline Beacon is most decidedly white.     "Hi! Sorry for the mess--" not a speck of dust anywhere -- "you must be Tim. Phoebe's been pretty guarded about you!" she states, and offers a hand to shake. "Caroline."
Tim Drake	Tim Drake will take the hand and while not kissing her hand he does give her a gentle respectful shake. "It looks great." He inhales and says "Something smells wonderful." He will notice Phoebe taking off his shoes and subtly checks to see if Mom is wearing shoes, before asking "Should I remove my shoes?"
Phoebe Beacon	Caroline is wearing slippers.     "Well, I understand walking into a stranger's house without shoes can be a bit odd, but we don't. If you want to, that's fine." she gives a small smile, and returns to the small kitchen off the hallway. The hallway opens up to the livingroom, which backtracks to the diningroom with a half-wall divider between the dining room and the kitchen. The table's set for two, but Phoebe' grabbing out another place setting. "Sorry to spring him on you, mom," she begins, and Caroline laughs.     "Oh, what, he followed you home? Like Simon?" she grins, "It's fine, it's fine -- SO, she tells me you're an electronics and business major and you enjoy traveling a bit, that's good! Get her outta Gotham once in a while!"
Tim Drake	Tim Drake does remove his shoes, respecting the family tradition. He smiles a bit and says "Well if she is willing, would love for her to come with me on my next trip, give me an excuse to do the tourist thing. Not sure if she would be willing to travel out of the country with me though, and most of my travel is to other countries."
Phoebe Beacon	"You hear that, Phoebe, other /countries/, you'd actually have to get a passport." Caroline grins.     "Moth-errrrr..." Phoebe protests, and reaches to grab the loaf of supermarket Italian bread, a milk jug that looks like a concerned cow, and hesitates a moment.     "What do you want for a drink? I have -- ah, milk... water... powdered lo-calorie drink mix?"
Tim Drake	Tim Drake says, "Milk would be fine, is there anything I can do to help?" He will ask both women, and says "If you would like to go with me Phoebe, I can help ya get your passport, maybe give ya a ride to the place and hang out with ya while your getting it.""
Phoebe Beacon	"Tim, don't encourage her!" Phoebe protests, blushing slightly.     "What? Encourage me encourage you to be highly irresponsible, enjoy your youth and do something silly with a cute boy? Perish the thought." she replies, bringing a pot to the table. Glasses are set out, and it's pretty plain that these ladies are used to working around one another, Phoebe pours milk and Caroline doles out piles of spaghetti with what look to be mini meatballs and sauce onto the plates, and everyone sort of sits down. There's a spot for Tim on Phoebe's side of the table, the table looks like ordinarily it could hold eight comfortably. Typical, big dining room table.
Tim Drake	Tim Drake smiles and will move to sit with her. He watches for ques if they say prayers before eatting or what not. "It smells really nice," He compliments the food, and looks over to Phoebe "Would you like to go to Japan with me this weekend?" Giving her a grin, he might be joking but looks like he might be serious.
Phoebe Beacon	"She'd love to." Caroline pipes up!     "MOM. I don't have a passport!" Phoebe protests, and she sinks down a little bit at the table.     "Oh, pish-posh." Caroline states, twirling some spaghetti on the fork and giving a bit of a grump.     Phoebe heaves a soft sigh, and rubs the back of her neck.     There are precious few pictures in the dining room, mostly just a multi-frame detailing school pictures and how Phoebe grew up. The table does show wear, mostly in the two places Phoebe and Caroline have been sitting.
Tim Drake	Tim Drake looks over, and says "I don't want to force her." He will say to her mom and looks over to Phoebe and says "How about we go get you a passport tomorrow, and you can think about it. You don't have to come if you don't want to but if you want to will have a room in the suite set aside for you.
Phoebe Beacon	"... you need a birth certificate to get one." Phoebe admits quietly, and she rubs the back of her neck a moment. "Mom, can we talk about this /later/? Like maybe when Tim's not here?"     Caroline gives an amused expression. "It also takes three months to process the paperwork, unless you have a thousand dollars in your back pocket, and we both know you won't dip into the trust." she states with a wry smile, and she turns to Tim.     "Don't mind us, we're all each other's had for a while."
Tim Drake	Tim Drake give Phoebe a look letting her know he would pay it but does not say it in front of her mom. "Trust me I understand, it was just my dad and I for quite some time, and then when he passed." He pauses resisting the urge to say killed or murdered not wanting to bring it down "Mr. Wayne took me in. Then it is a bigger family, but we do not see one another as often as we should.
Phoebe Beacon	"Can we /not/ talk about this?" Phoebe asks suddenly, tensing up slightly. Her fingers grip at the side of the plate, and she keeps her head down, looking at the spaghetti.     "Is it a different sauce, Mom? Tastes different tonight." sh forcibly changes the subject in an unusually aggressive motion.     Caroline blinks at the tone, then gives a soft 'heh'.     "Sorry, Beebee. Just... want you to be able to enjoy youth while you're young." she states gently, "That's all." she breathes out. "Always so calm and serious-minded these days. She thinks she's going to save the city all by her lonesome one day."
Tim Drake	Tim Drake looks over and says "It is not a bad goal, I have learned a bit about working to help the city in some ways, there is much you can do, and not all of them are throwing money at problems. Have had a few who thought that is all those with my last name do. " He offers a smile, and says "But, I will try to make sure, she is silly and fun sometime, get her to toss me around a bit or feed me fire noodles." He says of their hanging out and reaches under the table to give her hand a squeeze if it is there
Phoebe Beacon	"... I didn't throw him into a wall, I promise. Just... had a reaction when I tripped and he grabbed me. No one was hurt." Phoebe assures her mother, and breathes out in a soft huff -- and lets her fingers inerlace with Tim's as she breathes out quietly.     "Well. That's good. Pretty sure you broke Devon's nose."     "Deserved it." Phoebe states dryly, and Caroline gives a smile to Tim.     "So, you're one of the boys Bruce Wayne has adopted? Is it true the poor gentleman is all alone up in that manor? He needs a dog. And a hobby. Does he garden?"
Tim Drake	Tim Drake says, "He is not alone no, there are a few of us that are around, and you may have seen recently he actually had his youngest sun come into his life, can be quite a handful." He squeezes Phoebe's hand. He is tempted to ask what Devon did to deserve it, but her tone, tells him to ask another time. "And yea, she thought I was getting fresh at first, and she at least landed me in nice soft grass.""
Phoebe Beacon	"Very kind of her!" Caroline states with a smile, "Pretty sure she would have aimed for the pavement if she didn't like you."     Dinner goes on relatively calmly from there. Caroline proves to be sharp as a tack, and has a wicked sense of humour about her (that she absorbed from teaching sixth-graders, she states), and would inquire with Tim where he likes to travel to, how often he leaves the country, and the air/speed velocity of an unladen swallow.     Geeks. Sheesh.     After dinner, Phoebe and Caroline clear the table (with a pish posh, you're a guest, wait until the second or third time you come over, you'll be washing dishes in no time' from Caroline), and Phoebe would take Tim back to the livingroom.     There, on the wall, there is a picture hanging on the wall, of a man with bright red hair and a very square jaw, Caroline with longer hair, and a young Phoebe, whose hair is in two 'pom-poms', wearing bright pink gardening gloves and holding a double hand-full of dirt and worms.
Tim Drake	Tim Drake does wonder a bit if Phoebe might be adopted once seeing the guy who seems to be her dad. He does offer to help, and asks American or African at the swallow question. He will look to Phoebe "You ok, your mom not stressing you too much about going off with me is she? I can say something about only able to get one bedroom or something if it helps." He tells her before her mom joins them.
Phoebe Beacon	"Given my mom? I have no idea." Phoebe replies. And the comment about having a birth certificate might have also given it away.     "So... yeah. In case you couldn't tell, I'm adopted. That's my dad, Liuetenant Charles Beacon. He's... gone now." Phoebe states, leaning back on her heels a moment. "We loved to garden. that's from the first year I got my own patch."
Tim Drake	Tim Drake nods, and will move to turn her and gently take her in his arms "Well I still think you got a bit from both of them." He will tell her smiling. He looks her in the eyes and says "If you want to come with me, I will make sure you can, but if your not ready for it I understand." He is close to her speaking softly for her.
Phoebe Beacon	Tim would find that with her touching him, a warm sensation fills him. She leans her head on his shoulder, just very lightly, and he may just feel better.     Meanwhile, Phoebe lets herself relax with Tim's arms around her, an unfamiliar touch yet, her heart pounding in her chest.
Tim Drake	Tim Drake holds her and does notice the touch and feeling. He is not sure if it some type of power or he is falling hard for her. He is a smart cookie and a good detective, but he is unsure on this one. He pulls her a bit closer swaying to unheard music with her. Enjoying the moment holding her close.
Phoebe Beacon	"Well... I'd invite you upstairs to meet the rest of the family but... I know you probably have a long walk back to your ride." she gives a wry smile, and rubs the back of her head. "And my room's on the fourth floor."
Tim Drake	Tim Drake 's brow raises a bit and says "Rest of the family?" He hmms a bit to this and says "We could sneak up if you want to try, I don't have plans any time soon." He admits.
Phoebe Beacon	Phoebe Beacon gives a little bit of a smile, and shake she rhead. "I don't think I'm ready for that yet." she replies gently, "Girl's gotta keep a few secrets."     But she doesn't make any move to leave Tim's arms, instead sliding her own around his back. "Besides, I don't want you to start thinking I'm /weird/."
Tim Drake	Tim Drake looks into her eyes and says "I think weird might be the last thing that comes to mind. Before that we got badass, smart, sexy..kissable." He says watching her reactions to that.
Phoebe Beacon	Phoebe blinks at that last one, and she straightens up slightly, glancing towards the hallway and dining area, and with no sign of Caroline, she bites her lower lip, turning her warm, dark eyes to Tim's blue, and she goes up to her toes and just gives him the quickest little peck on the cheek.     "You're a dork."
Tim Drake	Tim Drake smiles and will lean in to kiss her back, he is going for the corner of the mouth, chance or her moving to the cheek or lips. His eyes smiling to her, rubbing her back gently.
Phoebe Beacon	Phoebe gives a small laugh as he kisses the corner of her mouth, her ears warming slightly as she blushes, her nose wrinkling and her cheeks dimpling slightly before there's the sound of a camera snapping. And Caroline is holding up her own phone.     "You two are too cute."
Tim Drake	Tim Drake looks over and softly says "Sorry." He does release her all be it reluctantly not wanting to embarress her any more than he already has with the kiss and picture.
Phoebe Beacon	"M-Mom!" Phoebe protests, and Caroline just gives a grin.     "Just had to capture the moment." she confirms, and she looks to Tim, "I'll send you a copy in case your keepers or guardians or bodyguards need to know where you've been." she gives a wry grintwo have run o, and exhales before she shakes he rhead with a grin.     "Anyway, I'm heading down to my office to get some grading done, you he e. Keep it down to a dull roar!" she smiles, then heads towards the basement door to head down to her own office.     "And I've gotta get up extra early tomorrow for practice." Phoebe says, apologetically. "Do... do you want me to call a cab, or will you be all right getting home on your own?"
Tim Drake	Tim Drake looks to her and says "I will be ok hon, and hope I see you soon." He will squeeze her hand as they walk towards the door to get his shoes.