The Bats Meet Up

Summary:
October 31, 2014: Kate Kane, Babs Gordon and Tim Drake meet up in a coffee shop. Of course Babs and Tim don't know who Kate really is, nor does Kate know who they really are.

Gotham

A wretched hive of scum and villainy. You know. Gotham.


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Midafternoon on a Thursday afternoon and Babs Gordon is sitting in the coffee shop just around the corner from The Clocktower. Oracle, of course, has switched the Clocktower feeds through to Babs tablet and chair so if anything goes down, Babs will be aware of it. The redhead, sitting in her wheelchair, has a cup of coffee, a piece of cake and her tablet on the table in front of her.

Currently Babs is engrossed in whatever she's reading on the tablet but every so often she pauses in her reading to sip her coffee, eat some of the cake or to glance around obviously reorienting herself with her surroundings.

***

After being up basically all night yet again, Kate Kane's 'morning' tends to start in the afternoon. She doesn't have a lot to do during the daylight hours today, so she just takes a 'her' day and looks for a place she can hang out and relax a bit. And what better place to relax than a coffee shop, in the same general neighborhood as the police station, just incase trouble crops up?

Yeah, Kate has an odd idea of 'relax' sometimes. With dark rings under her eyes, the pale-skinned redhead slips into the shop in a dark-grey sweater-hoodie, overtop of an olive-green tanktop and jeans. She was planning to just order some hot chocolate, find a corner, and do nothing at all. Maybe people-watch. But she spots someone who takes her attention almost immediately, and after getting her cocoa, she makes a 'detour' right by Babs' table, her fingers lingering on the back of one of the chairs. "Mind if I join you?" Kate asks with a grin.

***

Raising her eyes from her tablet, Babs takes a few seconds to focus on the other redhead and process the request. Nodding at the chair, smiling at the other woman, Babs replies "By all means, us gingers need to stick together, right?" Her green eyes shining with laughter. Moving her plate and cup so there is room for the other woman, Babs also flicks her tablet screen off and places the tablet on her lap.

***

Kate seats herself readily, though she has to keep her movements somewhat careful to avoid sloshing her cocoa. "True, true. We should stick together like glue." The good humor of the other woman has Kate smiling wider by the second. Well, this lady seems nice so far. Nice looking too, but the Kane heiress is keeping her attention friendly. For now. "Halloween in Gotham," she starts. "There's usually something weird that winds up happening, but the parties also tend to be fantastic. The whole city is very atmospheric… Like it was designed specifically to make this one day, and night, perfectly Halloweenish."

The other green-eyed red-head then holds out the hand not occupied with chocolate, and says, "Kate Kane. Nice to meet you. You sure you're not expecting anyone else to drop by? A pretty lady sitting alone at a table is a rarity, after all."

She's trying to keep her thoughts off what kind of crazies are going to come out of the woodworks tonight. She shouldn't have even brought the topic up. Dammit, focus, Kate!

***

Admittedly Tim Drake has seen better days. He has a black eye, a bruised cheek, bruising all down his side, muscle aches up the wazoo, and multiple strains. But no breaks.

And he's still Robin.

And so, whether or not he's cleared for it, Tim is out for a jog. Dressed in loose black basketball shorts (which display the bruising along his calves) and a loose grey t-shirt, the adopted Wayne strides up towards the Coffee Shop — he always prefers to run to a place. His eyes are concealed by a dark pair of sunglasses, and his movement is unquestionably strained with each stride. He's hurting. But he's still committed. Perhaps overly so.

When he reaches the door of the shop, however, he pauses, his body freezing almost entirely as he spots one of the redheads through the glass of the door. He takes a single step backwards as if debating trailing back from whence he came. He shouldn't be jogging. He knows he shouldn't be jogging. And yet…

***

"Like glue, huh?" Babs smiles wider as well, good humour can be infectious. Taking the other womans hand, she shakes it firmly "Babs, Babs Gordon. A pleasure to meet you Kate. And no, not expecting anyone just taking advantage of a mildly quiet afternoon to get in some 'me time'."

Tilting her head to the side, Babs murmurs "Yes, Halloween in Gotham…" but leaves the statement unfinished as she takes a sip of her coffee and regards the other woman quietly for a little, amusement still reflected in her eyes. And it's then she spots Tim, backing away from the door and her look hardens slightly. "Excuse me a moment, Kate, it seems I was mistaken and someone may be dropping in" Babs murmurs quietly and she gestures firmly for Tim to come and join them.

***

The gesture has a distinct feeling of trouble, but Tim forces his busted lips into a tight-smile that pinches each of the bruises along his regularly nearly-porcelain face. He opens the door and strides in with just at ouch of a limp. "Hey Babs," he says with a smile and a tug on the sunglasses, exposing his very blue eyes.

And then, trying to sound casual, he shoots them both a boyish grin, "How's it going?"

***

"What a coincidence. That's what I was here for too." Hmm… Babs Gordon… Babs Gordon… She feels like she should know that name. If she weren't so groggy and sleep-deprived, she would probably have made the connection by now. The sudden change in demeanor from Babs has Kate turning her head to look as well however. She has a bit of a sinking feeling. An ex or something? Then she sees some teenager who looks like he lost a make-out contest with a jackhammer coming into the shop. She was not expecting him to be so young. From his somewhat sheepish manner, Kate figures he was caught doing something he shouldn't be. Maybe following Kate's new friend around? Is he a student? A stalker? Maybe she's misreading it. Maybe he's a relative. A little brother? A son?

She puts aside her attempts to figure out the connection and tries to do the polite thing, asking, "Should I vacate my seat for your friend here?" She really hopes the answer is 'no'. She has barely exchanged a few sentences with the other redhead, but she already feels reluctant to part ways so soon. She does show a bit of concern for sunglasses jogger boy though. Maybe he's actually some swell kid. Maybe he got into a fight with some bullies or something. Possibilities fly in Kate's head as she squints and asks, "Have you seen a doctor? At least put some ice on that?"

***

Smiling warmly at Kate, Babs shakes her head 'no' "Please stay. Tim, this is Kate. Kate, this is Tim a good friend who is really like a little brother to me. I tend to get a bit 'mother hen' at times," and she smirks a little as she cocks her head towards Tim "I'm sure you can see why.".

Directing her attention to Tim, Babs smiles politely "Things are well, Tim, for me at least. Why don't you sit down."… before you fall down is obviously implied. "Are you supposed to be out of the hospital yet, that was one hell of a car accident you had the other day."

***

Kate is cast the same very lopsided, very boyish grin, "Yeaaaah. I spent some time in the hospital. And am under a doc's care. Lots of drugs. Fluids. Blood," he his cheek with the back of his hand and tries to sound causal. "Lots of ice," he adds with a grin. "And, nice to meet you Kate." He almost sounds chipper. Almost.

With a small sigh and a smile still, he slides onto the chair and shrugs at Babs' question. "I got released," he tries to sound casual; he's still not really supposed to be driving. "It was a doozy of car accident. Insurance company is giving me a bit of trouble, but looks like they'll cover the repairs. Evidently hitting street lamps is covered. Although they're not sure how it got the burn marks." He shrugs. "Weird accidents are weird."

***

"Yeah. Weird," Kate concurs neutrally. Car accident, eh? She'd ALMOST think Tim too young to drive from his appearance. Almost. But judging age is difficult sometimes. "Nice to meet you, Tim." Kate leans back in her chair a bit, and sips at her hot chocolate, now that it has marginally cooled and can actually be imbibed without scalding her mouth. For the moment she doesn't have much else to say, letting two people who clearly know each other handle their small talk on matters she is unfamiliar with. For a party girl like Kate, when it comes to actually just talking to people normally, she is not quite as savvy. Resentment at feeling like a third wheel is there in her head now, but she knows that's unreasonable even so.

She's probably just irritated that finding out whether Babs is seeing anyone currently might be somewhat more difficult now. "Well, being irresponsible with one's body is a hallmark of the young," Kate offers. "The smart ones realize sooner rather than later that what they do now might last a life time, and learn to take better care of themselves." She's one to talk. She stays up all night getting into fights with armed criminals and super villains. But Kate can totally be in sage advice mode and hypocrite mode at the same time. Multitasking.

***

Looking back to Kate, Babs smiles slightly "Yes" she says faintly "A lesson I learned a little too late." No recrimination colours the statement, it is just that. "Now, where were we… oh yes, 'me time'. I find running my own business can ber quite stressful, so it's these small moments I cherish. What has you looking for some 'me time' Kate, if it's not a rude question?" Babs smiles again. Finishing her cup of coffee, Babs starts on the remains of the cake and murmurs quietly to Tim "You should get some water, while you're sitting here. Please."

***

Tim stares at Kate and rubs the back of his neck. His hand moves up to his head only to drop. Pain surges through his head. The memory of his skull being cracked against a brick building three times over has Drake frowning. "I like driving fast," he tries to sound callous about it, perhaps even a little bold — both of which aren't in his nature, so the words are unconvincing at best. Tim Drake is actually a cautious driver. "Been driving for a long while. And I'm not that young."

He glances between the woman at the notion of me-time and then shoots Babs a small smile, "I was gonna grab a coffee. I have some research to work on tonight while it's still fresh in my mind. The longer ideas sit untested, the more I tend to lose." His lips edge into a sheepish grin, "The concussion also doesn't help."

***

Kate takes in the tone and expression Babs has and resists the urge to reach out and try to comfort her. It doesn't seem like the other woman wants or needs pity. But Kate still tries to say with her eyes that she's sorry if she brought up painful memories. In answer to the question, however, she says, "Oh, you know. Late nights. Running into people who are 'interesting' in the Chinese sense of the word, and aren't willing to be nice or cooperative. Getting tired of big events and just wanting to get back to meeting people. Maybe finding someone to be with, you know? I have a hectic schedule, so it can make a relationship hard to keep up." She tracks her eyes towards Barbara, trying to make eye-contact, and asks innocently, "What about you? Any prince charming you're waiting on? Or maybe a princess charming?" She grins at the end of that. Though there is some levity in her question, it doesn't quite seem like she's joking.

Her attention is pulled away by Tim, however. She didn't say anything about Tim's age, so the defensiveness on the subject and the unconvincing pronouncements about a dislike for safe driving are quite unusual. The talk of research has her arching a red eyebrow, however. "A scholar AND a reckless driver. Impressive. Once you have your drink you should really sit down. Science can wait. You aren't Doc Brown, getting the idea for a time machine by whacking your head."

***

Nodding to Tim with a slightly grim look, Babs asks "Would you get me a coffee too, please" and reaching for her purse, she offers a small smile in his direction. "Kate is correct. If you like, come back to the office with me and I'll see if I can help, but it's up to you." She ignores his bravado and it's obvious she is concerned but she'll give Tim his space. Directing her attention back to Kate, Babs accepts the eye contact "Oh, what type of events?" and a small sigh "No one special at the moment, there's a couple of guys who I go out with occassionally, but well… my job doesn't give much time for personal interests and neither do theirs, really." Babs shrugs.

***

The notion of being a reckless driver is met with a wrinkle of Tim's nose, but no further comment. Years of watching Bruce be Bruce Wayne, wearing him like a costume, have their effect on Tim Drake and he just shrugs: "Whatever." Because that's the kind of youth that totals a car and makes his face look like Tim's. "No harm, no foul."

"Sure. Help might be good," his voice is quiet at that as his eyes reflect an unspoken apology. His teeth toy at this bottom lip contemplatively. Babs gets a small nod of his head. "Yeah, I'll grab you one. Cream or sugar?" He twists back towards the counter, a motion that has his hand moving to his side, pressing against his bruised ribs, but he forces what might've been a grimace into a smile.

***

"Parties and fundraises and so on. I'm supposedly that kind of fancy person, but I still feel and act like someone who'd rather wear jeans than evening gowns." She shrugs and smiles sardonically. Schedules can be rough. Kate understands that perfectly well. She sees that Babs cares about Tim, and despite his showboating, he doesn't seem like a bad kid. Or 'plenty old and very mature young man', as he would have her believe. It seems like maybe Tim should get home or something, and have someone look after him though, and as Miss Gordon has offered to do so, Kate decides she shouldn't hold her fellow red-head up for selfish reasons. So she makes an excuse.

"Hey, I just remembered I have a gym appointment I need to get to. But I'd like to meet you again sometime, if you'd be interested. Maybe we can even help each other out with our mutual romantic troubles. I know it can be tough working that sort of thing in to a work schedule, but I think it's worth trying for. Helps keep us human, you know?"

She gets out her wallet and writes down her phone number on a piece of paper she withdraws from such. Then slides the scrap of paper over to Babs, and says, "If you want to talk or anything, let me know. No matter what our schedules are like, I promise I'll do my best to make time for you." She smiles as she says this. But she knows she shouldn't make promises she might not be able to keep, and is already kicking herself in her mind. But Babs is smart, nice, AND pretty. Even if they wind up as friends, Kate feels it would be worth it to get to know her. She could use some human contact that doesn't involve her interrogating a goon in some dark alley.

She then turns her attention on Tim and says, "Take care of yourself. Really. It's really admirable that you're dedicated to this research of yours, but there's no research so important that it's worth your health or life. Sorry for lecturing, but you seem like a nice guy, and you've had a rough time recently, yeah? Take it slow, and then you can show people how awesome you are when you're recovered." Then she picks up her cocoa, offers a finger-wave to Babs, and a warm smile, and starts to head out of the shop.

***

"Just milk, please Tim" Babs says vaguely as Tim heads to the counter, maintaining her attention on Kate. Nodding at the comments about Jeans and Dresses, Babs indicates she understands the feeling "It feels like you're living a double life, right?" and then Kate is leaving, heading off to the gym. Taking the paper from Kate, Babs smiles warmly back "That would be nice and yes, help keep us human - that's lacking a bit. I'll make the same promise to you to then." Kate really is quite warm and has made an effort today. Returning the wave, Babs waits for Tim to return with the coffee.

***

Tim makes the order at the counter. He returns with the coffee and then issues Kate a quick wave. The notion of recovering has him issuing her a tight-lipped smile; he's not someone used to moderation. "She seemed…. nice," he says towards Babs with a still-tight smile. And then as he slides onto the chair and sets the coffees on the table, the smile fails. He inhales a slow breath and pushes her coffee towards her. "So…" he picks up his coffee and takes a long sip of coffee.

***

Nodding her thanks, Babs takes the coffee with a smile. "Yes, she does seem nice." and then Babs quirks an eyebrow "So….. what research?" her tone is mild and Babs makes no mention of the injuries or the lack of smile,

***

Tim takes a long drink of his coffee. When he finally sets it down, he sighs lightly. "About a person. I'm digging. To find a person." There's a long pause as his eyes train on the table. "Before I forget what he looked like."

***

Babs sips her coffee, slowly and looks over the rim of the cup. "Mmmmmmmm, the one who did this to you? That I had to send Jericho and Keith in to save you from" Babs is very quiet, they're in a public place after all.

***

"Keith didn't see him," Tim replies blandly. "Feel like I was hit by a bus." There's a long pause and his voice lower, "I hacked through the system and couldn't find any visuals of him either. I've literally got nothing except my memory on this." His voice drops to a whisper. "And what he said. That's all I have. His mask," not even a face, "and his words."

The notion of being saved warrants a rather bitter smile, "He could've killed me if he wanted to. In fact, he pretty much demanded I live through that…"

***

Putting her coffee down, Babs gives Tim a droll look. "Well, if you have it in hand. Of course, I could give you a hand and maybe Jericho got something as well… but…sounds like you got this." The redhead may be willing to give the Boy Wonder his space, but it doesn't hurt any less to have her skills and resources dismissed.

***

"N-no. I want the help," Tim tries to affirm. "I just… " he emits a small sigh and his chin drops to his chest. His hands rake through his hair causing him to groan. "He threw me. Physically threw me against a wall. He bashed my head time and time again against it," his voice cracks. "I don't want to remember him. I don't want these memories I've been so graced with. I don't want the only way to find this guy and get any information on him to be what's in my head. I'd rather not think about the blood I had to get because I had the crap kicked out of me." His gaze finally lifts. "I'd rather not think about the way he grabbed my head and based it against the wall. No. I want to forget. But this. This my only recourse." He looks to the side. "I need to be better. I need to train harder. I need to be better."

***

Babs looks around the cafe and frowns "This is not the place to discuss this, Tim. I understand you're frustration and pain, but I won't help unless I know you want it, you've made that point clear on a number of occassions." Her voice is pitched low and there's a thread of steel through the tone. Relenting, Babs sighs "Come up to the Clocktower, and I'll see what I can do and as I said, possibly Jericho Trent may have some information as he got into the system that day." Picking up her coffee cup, she sips again "Have you tried to sketch what you remember? Perhaps we could get one the GPD boys to help with that."

***

"Then maybe I should go," Tim offers lowly. His arms cross over his chest as he plucks his coffee cup from the table and he slides forward in his seat. The sunglasses are pushes back over his eyes. "I've started looking myself, but… no easy hits." Probably by design. Tim's hands tap lightly against the cup and he sighs. "I'm fine. Really I am." He swallows hard. "I'm not much of a sketcher. But I guess I could try." There's a long pause. "I tried to radio for help. All I heard was static."

***

"I know…. signals were dampened. Thankfully we have the fall back protocol if you're out of comms for too long. Doubly good that it was Jericho in the area, he had the smarts to overcome it and let the signals out." Babs looks at the bruised and battered Boy Wonder and shakes her head, making no comment on whether she thought he was fine or not. "If you would like the help, come up now and we'll get started… This one is clever, we've seen that and it's not going to be easy."

***

There's quiet assent at the thought of going to the clock tower now and Tim shifts in his seat, bringing himself to a stand. When the pair have started on their way, he finally states when they're out of earshot of others, "The thing is, I don't think he cares. He's hard to find, wore a mask, but — he declared war, Babs. Against us. He called me one of the soldiers…" Tim shakes his head. "He's the one taking those people. He's the one doing something to them." He frowns.

***

Moving alongside Tim as they head for the Clocktower, Babs remains solemn. "Did he mention anyone by name, Tim? and you're sure it's a him? And you mean the Meta Humans, right?"

"You're part of a team, Tim. Two in fact, when you consider the Titans. You don't have to do this alone and I'm not without resources either… I have others who we can contact for information." Reaching the Clocktower, Babs punches in her code and enters the building. "Come on then, let's see what we can find."


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