Q:I would love to have Tam and Steph being all buddies *3*
((*Twitch* For you. Only for you. I will try my best.))
Tam was fairly certain Stephanie was Batgirl. If not for the tell-tale scars that flashed in certain light, Tam was now an expert of spotting them on Tim after hours of observation for reasons that were not so perverted and dirty and stop thinking that, or the muscle definition in her arms not so covered by a T-shirt that others would again miss if they hadn’t the appropriate time with lean teen vigilantes, then for the way she look at Tim.
It was a gaze she hadn’t seen anyone else use on Tim. Not the just-out-of-costume-but-still-Red-Robin Tim, he was almost interchangeable with his masked counterpart and plenty of freaky assassin people knew that secret, but when he was openly Tim Wayne, Super Business Teen with clashing yellow tie, no one gave him that look. The one that clearly saw all of him, not just the scars or the muscle.
"Love your pants," she said and Tam had to pull her thoughts out of her burger to realize exactly what the blonde had said. "Not in the creepy ‘Hey baby’ way, just really dig eggplant-shade clothing." She laughed a little, like she wasn’t sure if it she sounded weird or what.
"Oh, thanks," Tam said and smiled, so Steph knew that no, girl talk about clothes wasn’t weird. Was it supposed to be weird? Maybe she’d been hanging around her sisters too much lately. "Yeah, purple’s my favorite color. What’d you call it, eggplant?"
"She seems to think there’s a difference between the two," Tim mumbled as he looked over whatever he was reading. Tam was too used to non-verbal meals to ask. Case work, business matters, food time was off the clock for her and she didn’t want to be pulled into his never-ending battle against breaks.
Steph gave a shrug and smile.
"There is," Tam said.
"No there’s not."
Stephanie raised her eyebrows at Tim and Tam got the feeling they had had this discussion before.
"You’re totally right. You obviously have the best color knowledge," she said, leaning across the booth towards him and stealing a tomato from his salad with her fingers. "By the way, the bright cardinal-red shirt and glaring mustard yellow tie look fantastic together and not like condiments at all."
Tam covered her snort with the back of her hand. How many times had she told Tim the same thing?
He swatted her hand away. “It’s called capturing attention.”
"It’s called Alfred needs to start dressing you again."
He frowned and glared at her from his end of the table.
"Not you too, Tam," he said when she let out a giggle.
"You really should settle for one or the other," Tam said, smile that was anything but sheepish.
"Right?" Stephanie said. "Black tie. Or black shirt, red tie. Or yellow shirt, grey tie."
"Eggplant shirt, grey tie," Tam said.
"Oh, I like."
"I’ve been telling him to wear a purple shirt."
"I don’t want to look like your prom date," Tim mumbled under his breath but the look on Steph’s face said she heard him too. "She always wears purple! She’s worse than you."
"I don’t always-"
"You have two business suits, three dresses and at least four different shirts in the same shade as the pants you’re wearing now."
"Whoa," Stephanie said and suddenly the table went silent. Tam had almost forgot she was an ex-girlfriend and possible vigilante partner of Tim. Add that to how Tam was sorta dating him, and suddenly the table felt a little crowded. Except it wasn’t like that. It didn’t have to be.
"You have to tell me where you shop," Stephanie said after a moment. Which was good. And not nearly as awkward as it could’ve been.
"There’s this place on 5th called Purple Pig," Tam explained to her new shopping buddy as Tim rolled his eyes and went back to being Mr. pre-occupied.
((I…don’t know what this is. I’m sorry I failed you.))