2324/Samples, Where Are Those Samples

Samples, Where Are Those Samples
Date of Scene:	04 July 2020
Location:	Master Bedroom - Tim Drake's Home - Chelsea
Synopsis:	Tim stops by the Roost to grab some evidence for the Bats to look into, but is distracted by Conner and Rose. Mostly Rose.
Cast of Characters:	Tim Drake, Conner Kent, Rose Wilson

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Tim Drake has posed:
Tim arrives to the reclamated theater alone, on his motorcycle, pulling into the garage of the Roost and tossing his helmet onto one of the work tables before dashing upstairs into the labs. He isnt super quiet as he rifles around for several of the samples from the night of his date with Rose. Freaking clowns.

Conner Kent has posed:
Conner had a busy week due to college, courses, projects and of course summer parties. Most nights. Sleep is for other people (those without Kryptonian genes). Except he is not fully Kryptonian and he does need sleep sometimes.

And he didn't this week.

So, when he came here to hang out and found no one, he crashed on the closest couch.

Also, he snores.

Rose Wilson has posed:
Rose sleeps. Rose also hunts people and kills them for money.

Just maybe not this week. Someone decided that she was supposed to not kill people, and then, other things happened. So she's been fairly absent this week, anyone that would hunt for her would not have found her in the new room she claimed within the Roost.

But tonight something has drawn her back, and she comes in shortly after Tim arrives, and well after Conner arrived and passed out.

Tim Drake has posed:
"Damnit. Inconclusive again?" Tim scowls at the readout before swiping the remaining samples to pocket and take to the Batcave. "What IS Joker up to?" He pops out of the lab, in civvies, looking frustrated and distant. But the distant snoring...

He finds his way to the couch Conner has crashed on and sighs. "You know you could just claim one of the actual bedrooms," Tim says dryly to his Kryptonian friend.

Conner Kent has posed:
Conner can hear things. That is one of the problems of super-senses. He can usually tune it out, but that voice is familiar. So, he hears Tim talking alone, and is almost awake when the other boy reminds him about the room.

"Uugh," he replies incoherently, straightening up. "I was just... resting for a second... okay, I fell sleep." He frowns. "Oh, and looks like Rose just got here too. Or did she came with you." He lowers his voice, "how is it going with her? Have you kissed her already?"

Yes, he heard something about clowns too. But really, priorities.

Rose Wilson has posed:
Lucky Tim! Rose doesn't show up right away in the room they are in, so there's plenty of time for him to answer it as she stops along the way.

Of course, eventually she does appear where the pair are, one pale brow lifting upwards just a fraction.

Tim Drake has posed:
"Besides at the pool? No, I'm not trying to be an asshole, Conner." Tim frowns. First Jason, now Conner. Maybe he //is// doing this wrong, but he isnt exactly sure what other way he is supposedly supposed to do things. "No, I just came in from Shooters-- wait, Rose is here too?" He believes Conners super senses, ofcourse... and he turns around to see Rose in the doorway. A faint flush hits his cheeks. "Oh. Hi, Rose."

Conner Kent has posed:
"Look, Tim. There are two kinds of girls. There are girls that like things slow, and then there are those that like them fast..." and Conner shuts up because he just remembered Rose also has sharp senses.

He will let Tim figure out if Rose is the kind of girl that likes things slow or prefers them fast. It is not a difficult guess!

"Hi, Rosie," he greets the white-haired girl. "Tim thinks I should pick a room already."

Rose Wilson has posed:
"Tim." Rose replies in greeting before her eyes shift in Conner's direction, staring momentarily at him. Because, it is true. Rose has pretty good senses herself, not //super// senses. Like some that shall not be made.

Then her attention turns back towards Tim, "What he's saying is that there are good girls, and there are bad girls." No one could possibly not guess what Rose is. "And I agree, you might as well pick a room, Conner."

Tim Drake has posed:
Tim swallows, shaking his head. "Yeah. Bart already has his set up. And pet snails apparently." Tim shakes his head, but grins a bit. "And even if you don't use it all the time, Conner, it's at least better than the couch, I'm sure."

He moves a bit over towards Rose, feeling awkward as he leans in to kiss her cheek. Part of him still somewhat expects stabbing. And the other part of him feels like he is coming across as possessive, which bothers him. But then again Rose may be a bad girl, but Tim is the polar opposite of a bad boy.

He gives her a brief grin. "I need to get these samples over to have them looked at with some better equipment," he notes to both of them. But he hears Jason's mocking voice in the back of his head and inwardly grimaces. "...it can wait though," he decides. Dick and Jason will just deal with it. Maybe.

Conner Kent has posed:
"I wasn't talking about that, I was... eh, nevermind," Conner gives Tim a thoughtful glance. Well, some things can't be taught, only experienced. It is also very weird to give advice to Tim about -anything-. Conner is used to Tim knowing everything already.

"Snails?" Conner is not really surprised. In fact, almost relieved they are not chickens. Headshake. "What can wait?"

Rose Wilson has posed:
"Snails?" Better than chickens, for sure. But judging by Rose's expression she clearly thinks that snails are a weird choice for pets, either way. The kiss on the cheek is accepted, although that expression doesn't change much. The snails thing still being something that she just can't figure out.

"What were you talking about?" The weirdness of the snails is shaken off, and she glances from Conner to Tim then back again, "Tim hasn't told you about what happened?"

Tim Drake has posed:
"I don't get the snails either but at least its not... something messier and noisier." Tim frowns a bit. "Uh. Yeah, Conner. Rose and I ran into some of Joker's goons when we were out on our... date. I mean, it was supposedly Falcone's goons and some drug dealers but those dealers turned out to be clowns. Gotham problem. You know how the boss feels about other folks getting tangled up with Joker and his buddies..." he shrugs. "So. I'm kind of interested in the drugs they were selling, but I cant get any conclusive results from the equipment here." He rubs the back of his neck. "Its really not a big deal." he downplays it.

Conner Kent has posed:
"I have been busy all the week," replies Conner. Going for the second question, avoiding the first. "But yeah," he checks his cell. No messages. "I took this evening off to check out with the gang. We still have to pin down Cassie about this place, right? Of course, Bart got his room first. Talk about fast people." Sideglance to Rose. She got kissed like a good girl gets kissed. Snicker.

Batman doesn't like Conner in Gotham. For mysterious reasons. (Maybe related to Conner being obnoxious and reckless when he got out the clone tanks). Still... "uh, I won't tell him if you don't tell him. If you need me, I'll help."

Rose Wilson has posed:
There is just the faintest of eye-rolls at the mention of the "boss". But Rose doesn't say anything out loud about it, or about how touchy he is about people being in Gotham.

"I'll help beat the clowns up." But Rose isn't going to be of any help in figuring out what the drug is, unless someone needs someone to take it to figure out if it'll kill people. She could probably help out with //that//. "Is Cassie still even around?"

Tim Drake has posed:
Tim shakes his head. "I have not heard from her in awhile. She is probably busy with the whole Amazon thing. Dodging flaming arrows and all." It's a joke. Mostly. "I'm hoping she will pop back up sometime." Tim almost slides his arm around Rose's waist. Almost. He thinks better of it. Conner is //right there//. But there is a moment where he is paused and considering.

"I don't have a problem with either of you helping, but yeah. Probably want to keep it low key. I might go into Metropolis later and poke around, see if this stuff is a Gotham only problem or if its spread out some."

Conner Kent has posed:
Detective work is definitely not Conner's specialty. But he gets the idea that clowns means Joker, and Joker playing with drugs means a lot of people is about to die. Well, Joker playing with -anything- means a lot of people is about to die.

Which means he will risk the Batman's wrath. Probably.

"Hey, what do you guys want for dinner? I'll make the calls and go pick it up," he offers. That will also give Tim a few minutes alone with Rose. Right now, he feels like a fifth wheel, too. Bart and Cassie should be here so this feels like the old times.

Rose Wilson has posed:
It goes without saying that Rose probably hasn't heard from her, either. Especially if they haven't. So Rose doesn't say a word about it.

Instead there is a shrug about the question of food, "Anything you want." She's easy. Food is fuel. There is a glance towards Tim, and it looks like she might say something. But she bites it back.

For now.

Tim Drake has posed:
Tim shrugs. "I'm down for anything," he says, and gives Conner a nod as the Kryptonian heads out for grabbing dinner.

Tim waits a few heartbeats after Conner has left before he turns entirely to Rose. He gives her a wry look. "Well, unless Bart shows up in the next few minutes, I guess we've got the place to ourselves."

Rose Wilson has posed:
"Which he could." Or could have already come and gone, and would either of them know it? Maybe not.

"So what do you want to do with this alone time?" It's a loaded question, and one that could go either way on if he's going to nerd out, or try to man up. Guess which way Rose would probably bet?

Tim Drake has posed:
Tim frowns a bit. What does he //want// to do? That's a loaded question. He has a handful of new minis to paint, and he hasn't finished the latest Assassin's Oath. He does have some new thoughts on a potential upgrade for his heads up display, as well.

Oh. Right. And there is a very hot girl right next to him that spring to mind a handful of ideas, most of which Tim wouldn't admit to having.

He tilts his head. "I don't imagine we will get too much alone time too often, with Bart around and probably Conner and hopefully Cassie," he begins. "So. I mean." He scratches the back of his neck, glancing around the room. He calmly let's out a long breath, like he is about to be diving headlong into a battle with armed goons. Something about all this seems about as safe.

"Making out seems like a fairly... workable... activity?" he lifts a brow.

Rose Wilson has posed:
Fairly workable activity? There is a moment where Rose seems torn between finding that offensive, or amusing. Neither really wins, and instead she seems to land on somewhere in between.

"Bart'll stay out of things if he knows what is good for him." Which, that is probably debatable in an of itself. There's no comment about Conner, or Cassie, though. Rose might have faith they can look the other way. Maybe.

Is she a kind, caring, gentle soul that is willing to let someone as shy and awkward as Tim off the hook to go and be the overly polite gentleman? Not even close. What she does know how to do is take charge when given half a chance to, or just makes up her mind to do it. Now being one of those times. One hand reaches out to grab him by the back of the neck to haul him in for a kiss that is anything but a chaste cheek kiss.

Assuming that it's not //him// that stabs someone for being too friendly.

Tim Drake has posed:
Tim is pleasantly taken by surprise on that, but despite-- or maybe because of-- his nerdiness and concept of 'the right way' to do these things, his arms are quick to slide around Rose's waist as he returns the very not chaste kiss. A more daring sort might have hands exploring, but Tim seems content to rest one on her hip and the other pressed into the small of her back.

While he may not be the best at taking the initiative, he certainly does not seem at all opposed.