2692/Over Pool

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Over Pool
Date of Scene: 30 July 2020
Location: Shooters - Chelsea
Synopsis: Conner and Tim chat over a friendly game of pool.
Cast of Characters: Tim Drake, Conner Kent




Tim Drake has posed:
Classes aren't in session, which is great, because maybe a little relaxation is in order. For Tim, relaxing means planning things but with a little less focus on strictly that. Conner had mentioned going to Hawaii. Tim's been working on recruiting more heroes to their intrepid band-- and looking into a rash of drug issues popping up in Gotham.

Hot wings, nachos, and shooting a couple rounds of pool, though, sound like a great idea.

They've already claimed a high top table over by the pool table the furthest back at Shooters, where their drinks are already holding their spot. Food will be coming soon. Tim's relaxed enough, in dark charcoal cargo shorts and a t-shirt that says WAYNETECH on it, pool cue in hand. "You want me to rack, or break?" he asks Conner.

Conner Kent has posed:
Conner has a good deal of things in his head right now. Mostly they are Super-things. Good thing he is in his Summer college break. He should be talking to Superman and investigating NOWHERE (again). Instead he is playing pool. In Gotham. At least the heat is not bothering him. He has, of course, a leather jacket. And jeans, and a non-descript t-shirt with the logo of some obscure band.

"Go for it," he replies Tim, munching nachos and looking distracted.

Tim Drake has posed:
Tim glances to Conner, then leans on his cue, snagging a nacho for himself. "You look out of it, man. Is it just the... dad thing? Or is there something else going on?" He looks concerned. "Hey, at least Bart's not here to kill the whole plate before we get any," he jokes. The pool table is ignored for the moment.

Conner Kent has posed:
"Hrm, I guess," yes, a bit distracted. Great detective work there, Tim. "About the dad thing. Well... the weird clone thing." One would think well after three years Conner was over it, but the fact is he has never allowed himself really think about it. "I am fine," he adds. "Don't you think for a second you can win this game," smirk.

Tim Drake has posed:
"Eh. Don't worry about what he said too much. I've known you forever." Well, forever enough. "You're as human as any of us, where it counts, right?" Tim spins the cue once and then settles, lining up the ball and breaking. He grumbles under his breath when nothing goes in off the break. "Your turn. But anyway... he'll see that all that... whatever it was about clones being bad... is bullshit. You're a person, Conner. And if //anyone// is going to see that and be proud of who you are, it's going to be him."

Conner Kent has posed:
"It is not that," protests Conner, grabbing the cue and shooting the solid green ball into a corner. "Not that I know any other clone," he adds. He shoots again, the cue ball pushes solid blue into another corner. "I am not even technically his clone, only half Kryptonian after all."

Third shoot, and another two balls are bagged. Yep, he is good. Must have a good deal of practice or be cheating with cheating Kryptonian powers.

"It is mostly the hows and whys. Making me think in circles," and he misses, by a whisker. Back to the nachos.

Tim Drake has posed:
Tim lifts an eyebrow. Conner's cheating. Not that, when it comes to this sort of thing, that's... surprising. But he's obviously chewing on a lot if he's being //this// obvious. "Well, I mean, if you want..." he offers, "I can help with investigating all those hows and whys. I mean, obviously you were cloned from him, but since you're only half..." He hms. "You have to have another DNA source. Maybe if we find her," of course assuming it's a mother, "we'll find some more answers." He takes a shot, tapping the gold-banded stripe into a side pocket. "Or at least know where to go to ask more questions." He furrows his brow, and gauges the angles, knocking another stripe into a corner. "You know I'm here for you. Gotham is Gotham, but it'll always be here. If you ever need me to help, just ask. No matter what." He pops another stripe, green this time, into the other corner, and then goes for the red-- and it bounces out of the side pocket. "Damn. You, bro."

Conner Kent has posed:
"Trail is cool now," points out Conner. "And ultimately, not so important. It is just it is distracting. But yeah, maybe you should use your bat-interwebs powers and see what is NOWHERE up to. I doubt they have just vanished without trace. Those kinds of secret shady groups never do that. Not for long."

He gets the cue back with a flourish, and quickly sends two balls into their pockets. Too quickly, he put the white ball into an impossible position to get any of the remaining solids. Undaunted, he shoots and leaves it in an even worse place for Tim.

Tim Drake has posed:
"...seriously?" Tim gestures to the cue ball. "But yeah. If I can't, then I know someone who probably can," he thinks of Babs almost immediately, who has such a control over the internet she gets pings when some idiot Googles 'is Bruce Wayne Batman' and sends them bad information... he sighs, walking around the table slowly, looking for any halfway decent option for a shot. "And I'm happy to do it. You deserve answers." His face brightens for a moment, and he gestures slightly with the cue as he measures angles and nods once, firmly. "Ha!" He lines up and pops the cue ball solidly, and it bounces of the side, then the other side, then spins off the clipped edge of the corner pocket and cracks into a striped ball... which rolls towards the side pocket and stops barely short of falling in.

"...ugh. That SHOULD have worked." Tim sighs. "Chalk that up to yet another thing I'm screwing up." He shovels another bite of nachos into his mouth and chases it with a swig of his Coke. "Guess it's your game," he notes, given the layout of the table left.

Conner Kent has posed:
"A good attempt. I had not seen that one," admits Conner. But yeah, it is easy for him now to shoot at the few remaining balls. He is careful, and merciless. "Hmph, I will break next," he offers.

"Just be careful with the research, I have the impression they are dangerous and we have no clue... wait, we do have one thing," Conner breaks hard, balls go bouncing everywhere, and one even goes over the rail, but he catches it before it hits the floor. "Remember that outfit I had back then? The Tron lines thing. I still have it somewhere."

Tim Drake has posed:
"Yeah, I remember. We should take a look at it, run an analysis." Tim watches Conner easily finish the game, sighing and laughing lightly. Not the first time. Probably not the last. He reracks the balls and gestures for Conner to break. "I bet we'll find something. We've gotten better at all of this since then. And with our team, I'd be willing to say we'd be able to do anything." He settles back and takes another drink, looking pleased. "And I will be careful. I'm a Bat, remember? Careful and paranoid are our middle names."

Conner Kent has posed:
"That thing self-repairs," remembers Conner. It was really cool in some regards, but the Tron look didn't suit him for long. Style was important! (And Conner was a fashion criminal).

There were more interesting things to investigate three years ago, though. They even had a Super-Cycle. And lets not talk about Mighty Endowed. "I´ll bring it in tomorrow."

Tim Drake has posed:
"Tomorrow?" Tim shifts on his feet a moment, frowning and looking distant. "Yeah. Tomorrow should be okay, I can... start the analysis beforehand. Not a big deal." He grins a little bit. "I'm gonna take Rose out for dinner, I think. At least, that's my plan. Somewhere nice. I'm back and forth between sushi or steak, but..." he shrugs. "Whichever she'd rather." He looks pretty pleased with himself.

Conner Kent has posed:
"No hurry," Conner chuckles when Tim mentions Rose. Looks like it is going well between them. He is a bit jealous. But also relieved Rose is staying with Tim, and not running away from someone getting too close.

"Hey, are you going to play or not?" He points to the pool table. "And lets talk about something else, hmm?"

Tim Drake has posed:
Tim laughs, taking his turn. He manages to sink two before turning the table back over to Conner. "Yeah. So, I think there's someone I'm going to try recruiting to our little cohort," he mentions offhandedly. "I may have... borrowed... the Batcomputer to look for a few good heroes." He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly.

Conner Kent has posed:
"Recruiting by computer sounds so... not fun," Conner smirks, grabbing the cue and beginning a new round of good shooting. "We kind of stumbled into each other, didn't we? Why don't... damn, missed!" So, he failed to sink the last ball, which means Tim has a chance. "What about Batgirl? You have not introduced her to me yet."

Tim Drake has posed:
"Well I figured I'd go recruit in person." Tim grins and chalks his hands, eyeing the final ball with amusement. "But it was a question of finding out who to recruit." He takes up a position with a good angle. "So, uh, you in for a recruiting run after I wipe the table with you?" He hits the cue lightly, and the eightball slowly rolls towards the corner pocket. "She seems like she'd be a good fit... and as for Batgirl, I told you, I'll work on it."