“Oh god, like how can someone so damn cute have no sense of style?” Janet cooed.
“What?” Tim asked.
“Hello?” Janet pulled her phone from the black jacket’s pocket, “How are you two thousand and eight? What? I’ll tell him, two thousand and eight wants his shirt back.”
“Great I request a stylish sex kitten and I got the fashion police,” Tim rolled his eyes.
“Look, I can be your sex kitten,” Janet put her phone back in her pocket, “But if we are going to be together, you are going to need a complete wardrobe overhaul or go completely naked…”
Both Janet and Emma looked Tim up and down then spoke in unison.
“Naked!” the pair pronounced.
“Whoah!” Tim stopped the pair, “We are still in a restaurant, and while this place is discrete, they are sticklers for the whole ‘no shoes, no pants, no shirt no service’ thing!”
“Kill joy,” Janet shrugged.
“A third chair for the lady?” A waiter said as he came over, “Will you be staying for dinner?”
“Yes,” Emma smiled, “She will be. Diet soda for both of us.”
“Indeed,” the Waiter said before leaving.
“Coming out of the Academy game,” Janet said taking a seat, “My ID says ‘Under 21’.”
Emma giggled slightly.
“What?” Tim asked.
“The waiter thought you were caught cheating and that he would have a cat fight to clean up,” Emma snickered, “I put the image of all of us making out in a threesome in his head.”
“Great,” Tim rolled his eyes then turned back to the menu, “We eat then we can go shopping for cloths.”
“Awesome!” Janet smiled and pulled out a hand full of black credit cards.
“You have black cards too?” Tim asked.
“Like yeah,” Janet said, “Van Dyne Biotech is worth billions so my bank accounts are loaded.”
“Where did you have those?” Emma asked.
“I put card holders in the tops of my thigh boots,” Janet showed Emma, “I made this myself.”
“I like the fitted jacket,” Emma complemented Janet, “What do you think we should do with lover boy here?”
“I’m thinking fireside bear skin rug and chocolate strawberries as foreplay and a lot of hot wet sex,” Janet said, “But as far as fashion goes; for Tim here we need three-piece suit, fitted polo shirts and matching slacks. For Robin, I got some ideas…”
“Wait,” Tim said, “What Robin?”
“Tim dear,” Emma put a hand on his shoulder, “We are your perfect lovers, we know everything about you.”
*
Tim pulled into the garage and parked his car. It was a quarter to ten and he had to be out on the streets soon. For right now the girls were in a hotel penthouse suite. It had occurred to Tim, how the hell was he going to explain this? Sure he was a Drake living with Gotham’s most imfanous womanizer… but two insanely rich hot chicks just showing up out of nowhere and hanging on him like love slaves?
“TIM!” Bruce, not Batman called as Tim opened the side door to the garage.
“Yes?”
“Did you have a girl over?” he asked in a calm tone.
“Yes,” Tim said, “She came over, we went to dinner, we did some shopping and then I dropped her off at a hotel.”
“Shopping?” Bruce noted.
“Airline lost her luggage, only had the cloths on her back kind of thing?” Tim tried to be calm.
“And?”
“I think she might be staying for a while and we could be serious?” Tim said.
“What about your night life?” Bruce narrowed his eyes.
“She is completely ok with me running off at all hours,” Tim said, “In fact I think she should try out for a place downstairs.”
“We’ll talk about it later. Let’s go get changed,” Bruce said calmly, “By the way, Steph called asking if she saw you with a blonde going in the Corner Bistro and then leave with the blonde and a brunette.”
“She is going to kill me isn’t she?” Tim said.
“Nope,” Bruce said, “But she was with Cassie… so you have a ninja girl angry at you. Good luck with that.”