19248/Birds of a Super Feather

Birds of a Super Feather
Date of Scene:	08 October 2024
Location:	Tim Drake's Home -- Chelsea
Synopsis:	Kara Zor-El saves Tim's life with a box of Cookie Crisp. Then ruins it by dissing Star Wars. Vengeance will be his.
Cast of Characters:	Tim Drake, Kara Danvers

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Tim Drake has posed:
Tim Drake is doing that thing where it looks like he's just hanging about in the home but really there's a bunch of surveillance and computer programs running all over the place (mostly in The Roost) and he's just doing the thing that he's been told he should do from time to time when he's not fighting for JUSTICE...

Eat. Actual Food.

So Tim is in the kitchen and failing quite miserably to actually make a decent breakfast. Could have something to do with the fact that he keeps looking at the screen on his perched up tablet to check on the status of all his surveillance shenanigans instead of paying attention to his burning eggs.

"... I should've just made cereal." is the mutter that happens as he dumps the burnt to a crisp eggs into the trash. He sighs and moves on to the cabinet that should have the cereal in it. "Okay. I should've bought cereal. Then made it."

If only there was someone with super hearing to hear such Third Bird Problems and help him out!

Kara Danvers has posed:
Unlike R Kelly, who can no longer fly, K Zor-El still can!

Just then zooming over Gotham, of all places, on her way back from a land slide in China. That's about the only stuff that gets Kara out of bed anymore, honestly. Natural disasters and Wieners, anyways. So there she is, flying over Gotham, when a familiar voice says a thing about wishing there were cereal!

She just finished saving a few dozen people in China, from a land slide, why not save one more by getting him some cereal that was probably MADE in China? Down she goes, waiting in line, in costume, at a Grocery store. Smiling to people who gawk in her direction, a little wave. She even holds up her box of Cookie Crisps cereal as if to say, 'yes you weaklings, I am just like you'.

Tim Drake has posed:
Things start to ping on his surveillance tablet and once again the workaholic in Tim is focused on that thing and not the fact that he still hasn't turned the stove off so there's a good chance that the pan that he put back on the fire is still just burning. Which is going to lead to smoke here in a moment.

"Please tell me we got a match." He's swiping through some of the different screens on his tablet to see if he can't match some blood sample information to some of the criminals that are in his database. "I know you're in here somewhere." comes the next mutter from the former Boy Wonder as he focuses on finding his latest foe.

... and not the pan that's probably about to catch on fire. Or the ticker at the bottom of his screen that says something about a landslide in China being thwarted moments ago!

Kara Danvers has posed:
With her Cookie Crisps in hand (bag really), Kara takes flight outside of the little convenience store and heads in the direction of the familiar, hungry, voice she'd heard earlier! Short blonde hair blowing around her face as she does so! Look, up in the sky, it's a bird, no that's a plane you knuckle head, nah.. aint no plane ever worn no short skirt like that, big homie, that's Supergirl.

No crime in Gotham today!

When she lands, on the porch of Tim's own house, his alarm systems probably go absolutely nuts. She can smell something burning inside and, with a gentle knock of her knuckles against the door, she clutches the bag of cookie crisps to her chest with the other. "Hello... it's Supergirl! I heard you were hungry."

Tim Drake has posed:
Alarms are going insane but Tim can spot the Kryptonian on screen and disengages the countermeasures and traps during his stumble towards the NOW ALMOST FIRE that's happening on the stove behind him! Even the door unlocks to allow the Superest of Girls inside.

"In the kitchen!" is yelled out as he grabs a towel and snatches up the hot pan to toss it in the sink. A glance back over his shoulder at the tablet gets a frown from him as the blood sample search comes up with an annoyingly red: NO MATCH. It just keeps blinking like its trying to piss him off even more.

An eyeroll later, Tim is looking off in the direction he's sure Kara's going to come from. "Heard?" Tim squints. "You can hear me from China?" Okay, so maybe he was paying attention to that news ticker after all. "That sounds like a serious upgrade." Oh he's got that 'want to run some tests' look in his eye now.

Kara Danvers has posed:
Kara comes inside when the lock disengages and makes her way through the home towards the kitchen. Not that she knows where the Kitchen is, but she's pretty good at just seeing through walls to determine the best way to get to a location that's not lined with led. She also has a box of cereal clutched to her chest, which she holds out in both hands towards Tim. "No, I was flying home from China, over Gotham. I am always on the listen out for someone who requires cereal. This is for you."

Seeing his fire problem...

Kara turns, takes in a breath, and blows a steady stream of super cold air in the direction of the pan. Not enough to freeze the heating elements, but certainly enough that the super heated metal cooking utensil is no longer super heated at all.

The smoke she inhales, chest puffing out, and walks towards a window to blow it out into the chilly early October evening air. "It is good that I have come by. Would you like for me to cook you something? I am a very good cook."

Tim Drake has posed:
"You just saved China, stopped a potential fire /and/ brought me my second favorite cereal of all time? Yeah, I think you're off the hook for cooking me anything. Ever." Tim flashes a grin and immediately skips towards the cabinet to snatch out a bowl and almost dances back to the table to set it down along with his fresh new cereal.

"Thanks." Tim waves a hand at everything that he just mentioned and the kitchen at large. "You saved me from a serious clean up. The fire suppression system in here is crazy effective." Tim might be bragging a bit since he designed it.

"How about you sit down and /I'll/ make you some cereal." He's grabbing another bowl and the milk at this point. "I don't like to brag but I've got the perfect milk to cereal ratio down to a science." Cereal and coffee is how he got through college. Also ramen.

Kara Danvers has posed:
With cereal taken, fire suppressed, and smoke disposed of, Kara really isn't sure what to do with her hands. She has not yet figured out that Tim is Robin, but she does know that she's seen him at Bruce's mansion where Damian, who is Robin, lived. So there's a lot of assumptions she could, but isn't going to, make.

"A perfect milk to cereal ratio was a very important science on Krypton." Kara says this with a grin, her accent making her sound like she was originally born in Sweden, because that's what I've decided the Kryptonian accent sounds like.

She takes a seat, crosses her hands on the table top, and looks around at the kitchen. "I did not save China. I saved Yuelin village in Hunan Province, which has a population of just under a hundred people. I am sure you have saved more people than that in the last few days."

Tim Drake has posed:
"You guys had milk? Is it white? Or blue like on Star Wars?"

Tim brings himself back over to the table and sets about making some magic happen with the way he's pouring and cereal into bowls and timing the angle and speed of the milk pouring. There's some quick tossing of spoons into the bowls before one gets served up to the Superest of Girls and then he takes a seat to allow for just the right amount of milk soakage to happen for this particular brand of cereal.

"Me?" Tim shakes that thought off. "Does stopping a potential dognapping ring count? Because if it does, that's definitely something I did." Finally, it is time to scoop some Cookie Crisp and crunch it and boy does Tim enjoy the chewing on this spoonful.

"... I think you can add one more life to your save count today. Because this is hitting the spot."

Kara Danvers has posed:
"It was from a different kind of animal to a cow, but yes we had milk." Kara knits her fingers of both small hands together on top of the table while Tim is making science happen with the cereal bowl. Her hair has been cut much shorter, just long enough to cover her ears, and she's crossed her tall red boot covered ankles beneath the table. "Which one is Star Wars? Is that the one with the impractical energy sword of the good one?"

Said with a grin.

As if she doesn't know those are fighting words in some corners of the world.

"I would say that saving a puppy is a wonderfully true use of your time." Uncurled hands reach for her bowl, which she turns very particularly a few times with the end of her finger. Focusing upon each little cookie shape to a microscopic level to see just how much milk is soaking. peeking up with a grin at adding another saved life due to bringing cereal.

"You should try my french toast. I make incredible french toast."

Tim Drake has posed:
"I know you didn't just call a lightsaber impractical." Tim sends a teasing glare in Kara's direction. "Are we going to have to have a Star Wars Marathon? I'll make it happen. I will." Sounds like he's looking for any excuse to watch a bunch of movies he, of course, loves. "For scientific purposes, of course." Definitely not for his own pleasurable entertainment.

Fighting words, INDEED.

Tim calms himself with a couple more chomps of his cereal. "Multiple puppies. You know, but who's counting, right?" Tim waves a hand at his lack of actual heroics and then gets distracted by the next words out of Kara's mouth.

"Okay, you can't just lay down a french toast decree like that around me. I almost live for french toast." Tim fights the urge to request proof of this deliciousness. "Next time? French toast. I need to taste this alleged incredibleness."

Kara Danvers has posed:
"In the manner in which it was depicted, yes I am. That is not how lasers work, there was no refactor element at the far end of the blade and no meter control of the light source explained beyond 'mysticism'. I know several individuals who are able to construct light element weaponry, but they also have a method of control built into this power source." Kara nerds a little, eating a spoonful of cookies in milk. Literally one of the best concepts for cereal ever. "A flat edged weapon with a light blade would make more sense, scientifically. Where the construct of the light element would be contained within a quantifiable field along the base of the edge with a refaction core at both ends to bounce the laser back and forth."

She considers this for a second and then nods.

"Multiple puppies are superior to a single puppy, but even if it had been a single puppy, I would say you have achieved an appropriate level of heroism. I got a cat out of a tree once." Paltry in comparison.

With a grin on her face, "I would be happy to watch your subpar movies and eat french toast sometime, this sounds like a wonderful idea. So long as you are willing to hear your film get picked apart on the microscopic level." She wouldn't really do that, she's not evil yet.

Tim Drake has posed:
The problem isn't that Kara is completely right in her assessment. The fact that Tim has thought of some of those same points himself is also not part of the point. What really seems to be the crux of the issue is that someone is taking science and plugging it into one of his favorite space operas and that is not something he's going to be able to just let stand. In fact, that's why his response is one of the more exasperated moments of his nerd based career. "But then it wouldn't look cool!" There's something to be said for aesthetics. "... Wait, who do you know that can construct light element weaponry and do they take requests?" He's only half kidding.

The comparison of dog and cat heroics gets Tim to pay a bit more attention. "Now hold on. What kind of cat was it? Because I'm willing to bet it's not a Gotham Alley Cat. Those things make Killer Croc look like a warm summer breeze."

"Subpar?! SUB. PAR.?!" Oh the infuriation seems to be boiling over. "... okay, maybe the sequel trilogy. But if you say a single bad thing about Empire Strikes Back, I swear, we're going to have to arm wrestle or something!" He's already mentally going through his schedule to see if he can't find the next best day for this marathon to commence.

He might've even forgot about his cereal at this point.

Kara Danvers has posed:
"There are two Green Lanterns in the Titans and at least four in the Justice League." Kara says of construct wielding super heroes, "Not to mention a cadre of mutants who go to that school nobody realizes is a training facility for mutants because they are unironically using telepathy to make people forget that it exists despite that being about as 'living in unison with humanity' as stabbing a blind man because he offended you by not seeing your lovely outfit." She takes another spoonful of cereal. "Except I have been nowhere near the place.. I have been to space, however. So have they, actually, these hidden mind controlling mutants. For a large portion of the last two years they did more things in space, things that do not matter of course because who cares about the Shi'ar? Have you seen them? They are absurd. Their Empire would not be able to stand up to a Kryptonian Empire boot heel."

She shakes her head. "And from space, I saw their school, full of people with green skin, playing basketball with rubber arms. I will not tell you which state it is in, but it rhymes with Boo Cork." Another spoonful of cereal.

"No it was in Metropolis. I am certain the cat would have been fine without my assistance, but I wanted to pet it. My purposes for saving it were entirely selfish." That's probably not true. "I am willing to accept 'not as good as' the other films based on space. The name of which I cannot remember."