9011/Three Months Is A Big Dill

Three Months Is A Big Dill
Date of Scene:	09 December 2021
Location:	Amusement Mile
Synopsis:	And the best way to celebrate is to awkwardly reminisce about your past as enemies while making your best friend hang out with you as a third wheel. Sorry, Phoebe. The surprise appearance of a teenaged girl with a Lantern-powered gauntlet only reinforces the idea that it's impossible to have a normal relationship when Gotham does its best to be weird.
Cast of Characters:	Tim Drake, Lonnie Machin, Phoebe Beacon, Keli Quintela

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Tim Drake has posed:
    It's cold and dark and who knows how Fun Land manages to stay open through the winter, honestly, but Tim and Lonnie aren't here to visit Fun Land.

    No. They're standing, bundled up in winter gear, on a hill overlooking the old Carson's Wonderland. In Tim's hands is a thermos he's refilled from Harold's House of Oddities (and Coffee Shop), which is still missing its signature mummy. Certainly Tim had nothing to do with that, which is why he's regaling Lonnie with the tale of the bog body that had been dressed up in Egyptian regalia and presented as a pharoah, and how said bog body is now safe with the restoration experts at the National Museum of Denmark.

    He burrows his face into the scarf he has wrapped around his neck, fingers flexing within his gloves. He's a bit stiff-jointed from standing around, but it's not like either of them are the type to actually go ride a rollercoaster or anything.

    Right?

    Though the wax museum might be interesting.

Lonnie Machin has posed:
    Lonnie seems to have the cold of the Gotham City winter in his bones. He's in fingerless gloves, heavy boots, jeans, a t-shirt, hoodie and scarf. He's wearing his glasses today, flecks of snow glittering on the lenses. He's also reaching down to take Tim's hand in his. "So this is what people do when they've been seeing each other for three months?" He asks, because he wouldn't know. This is all new for him.
    He looks around, and then says, "I used to love coming here, so much. I know it was a cheap place to spend the day, but it was like going to-" He laughs, and shakes his head. "Capitalist bull."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe is acting as cover. She's a good secret keeper and confidant, and hasn't ratted out anything going on to anyone. She does stand a little apart, though, in a gray wool jacket with a hood up over her hair, a gray scarf around her neck and those funny gloves where they convert from m ittens to fingerless gloves. Those, at least are a bright pink.

    She just gives a small shrug, and looks out over the Amusement Mile, stretching her fingers as snow settles on her own glasses, the cheap plastic frames a bright blue, somewhat hidden by the hood.

Tim Drake has posed:
    Tim's breath ghosts out into the air as he lifts his chin. "Based on what I've seen in the social circles I grew up in, this is the point where I buy you something outrageously expensive as a means of keeping you," he answers. As he stands there, he swings his and Lonnie's hands a little bit, back and forth. "Figured that probably wouldn't go over well, though."

    The toes of his boots dig into the frosty ground, frozen grass crunching, and he lowers his face back into the scarf. Already, the tip of his nose has gone red from the cold. "My parents brought me to Haly's Circus when they were here," Tim says as he points over to the circus grounds. "Back in February of 2006." Both Phoebe and Lonnie, native Gothamites as well, know the significance of that date and the fate of the Flying Graysons. "They never really took me to things like this any more, after that."

Lonnie Machin has posed:
    Lonnie looks over at Phoebe and givesa small smile, before he looks back at Tim. "You know thatI can't be bought." He says, "But the thought is nice." Lonnie considers. "I can understand why, you know. Every parent wants to protect their child." He considers, and then decides to tell Tim the same joke he told him before.
    "Hey Tim, why did the idiot get fired from the banana factory again?"

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe does come up behind Tim quietly. She knew the significance of the date, and what it meant to Tim -- and his family. Poor Dick seemed the most well-adjusted.

    ... other than the guts coming out of his side. Freaking Talons.

    Phoebe brings her dark fingers up, and then she blows through them, producing a plastic card. Magic!

    She hands it to Tim.

    "Since he can't be bought, you'll just have to accept this fifty dollar gift card to the Onion Maiden on his behalf, since I know Lonnie wouldn't be opposed to supporting local produce using vegetarian fare." she states, holding the plastic card between two fingers to Tim.

    Never mind that Tim could buy the venture if he wanted.

Tim Drake has posed:
    "Few people can't be," Tim admits, somewhat gloomily, though he does squeeze Lonnie's hand to acknowledge that, yes, it's true in this case. And more common in the social circles he now chooses to move about in, rather than the ones he was born into. So. Silver linings, and whatnot. Lonnie's comment about his parents only earns a faintly furrowed brow from Tim.

    And then the joke. Tim doesn't even think, just repeats the answer, "Because he was throwing out all the bent ones."

    The significance of that eludes him, but then Phoebe's approach distracts, anyway. "Was that sleight-of-hand-magic or magic-magic?" Tim asks as he lets go of Lonnie's hand so that he can instead reach out to take the card. Look, he really loves Onion Maiden, that much is true. Plus this just means he'll double-reverse-pickpocket Phoebe sometime this week. "What are the odds of stumbling upon a supervillain if we go poke around the abandoned carnival?" he asks, even as he's tucking the gift card into his pocket so he can pull out a flashlight instead.

    Yeah, he was planning this from the start.

Lonnie Machin has posed:
    Lonnie raises an eyebrow, and then drawls, "Truly your idea of what makes a quality date is unique." But he does smile, and he says, "I did get you a gift," He says, "But I'm not going to tell you what, or where it is. You're going to have to find it yourself." He shrugs, "I know how much you like puzzles," He says, as he looks up at the abandoned amusement park.
    "...Sounds like fun." He raises his eyebrows, and adjusts his glasses.
    "Thank you for the gift card," He adds.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Magic magic. Like how I keep changing the name on my bus pass or how I got into a secure facility using the name Benjamina Dover." Phoebe replies, and she looks over at Tim as he pulls out the flashlight, and then looks to him and Lonnie, and glances up.

    "That all depends. Is the Joker currently in Arkham?" she wrinkles her nose a moment "... is there anyone else who'd be hiding out in this creepy place?"

Tim Drake has posed:
    Tim does like puzzles. Possibly too much. Not quite Riddler-esque levels of too much, but definitely more than is normal. So says the immediate, intense, narrow-eyed look he favors Lonnie with. "It better not be in a banana factory somewhere," is all he says to say.

    Then, click. He turns the flashlight on, and points it under his chin, casting strange shadows over his face. Spoooooky. To the question of the Joker's current location, Tim only says, "Let's go find out."

    Which, you know, he probably does actually know. They take the Joker pretty seriously, the Bats. Except when making crowbar-related jokes, and usually only when Jason's around. Because he's the one making them.

    The gates to Carson's Wonderland have long been chained up, but it's not like three young vigilantes would have any trouble climbing over the wall nearby. No sign of security, though it might just be that they patrol in a car, given the weather. Tim's boots actually make a noise when he drops down onto the grounds of the abandoned amusement park, and he sweeps the beam of the flashlight around in a semi-circle to double-check that it's all clear before he beckons Lonnie and Phoebe down to join him.

Lonnie Machin has posed:
    Lonnie climbs over the fence and perches on it to help Phoebe climb up, before he drops down on the other side into the snow with a crunch of those heavy, weighted boots. Then he gets up, and casually puts his arm around Tim, before he looks around at the Park, and he says, "You'd think this city wouldn't have so many abandoned amusement parks. Doll factories. Um. The World's Fair. Someone would've repurposed all these places or just cleaned them up, you'd think."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "He'd have to work hard to Produce a better idea though." Phoebe comments, and though she could clear the fence on her own, she gives a smile, and lets Lonnie help her up, dropping down in a crouch-and-roll on the other side, and brushes the snow off herself.

    "Eh. Gotham's a city of oppulence and extreme poverty. Can you imagine the low-cost housing that could be made from the World's Fair grounds? Or if they actually used it as a tourist attraction? But no... it's just kinda... there." Phoebe states, and she wriggles her fingers.

    "I say we groom Tim to run for mayor once he's of age, and then we can provide the better foundation for Gotham." she jokes, "Tim can be the pretty face."

Keli Quintela has posed:
    It's late spring in Bolivia. Keli's trying not to think about this. But it is. Late spring, no snow, the hills above La Paz green...

    She's not thinking about it. She's /not/.

    Instead, she's taking the chance with no classes and no chaperone to speak of to explore a bit, try to find the kind of places she's used to poking around in. Junkyards, abandoned places, stuff like that. She also /might/ have gotten her gauntlet working, and 'abandoned place' is a much better option for testing it than a high school dorm.

    So there's a flash of green light in the park, juuust visible to the not-vigilantes and not-vigilante-antagonist climbing over the wall. A whoosh of sound.

Tim Drake has posed:
    The nonplussed frown on Tim's face grows as the back-and-forth between Lonnie and Phoebe happens. He's starting to reconsider the potential benefits of them being friends. Not when they're going to tag-team him like this!

    "The grounds here have been tied up in litigation for years," he points out. "And I'm not sure I could handle being a politician. It's already awful enough having to bump elbows with them at social events. Though we might be able to spin the 'last living Drake' into a successful bid." For a moment he stands there, leaning his weight into Lonnie, but then Tim pulls away and starts to move. "Did you hear that?"

    He was over the wall too early to see the flash of green light, but the sound was unmistakable. And yes, of course, he's moving towards it.

Lonnie Machin has posed:
    "You see what I have to deal with?" Lonnie says to Phoebe, "I'm trying to be romantic, but *somebody* smells a mystery." He shrugs, and follows behind, the stride of his long legs letting him make up the distance between himself and Tim. "I didn't hear it, but I did see it, there was a flash of green light from somewhere inside of the fairgrounds."
    "What's Dr. Phosphorous's status right now, anyway?" He asks, as he takes out his phone to check.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "I know what you have to deal with." Phoebe gives a grin to Lonnie as she walks backwards, spreading her hands a moment "He's my best friend, Lon-Lon." she lightly teases, and she turns to the sound that's come up.

    "Green light means 'go'." she gives a little bit of grin, and she follows behind Tim.

    "Watch your feet, Lonnie. There was a frozen raccoon back there." she whispers quietly, ducking into the comfortable companionship of following Tim's lead.

Keli Quintela has posed:
    There's another whoosh and another flash of green light. It's near one of the old abandoned rollercoasters, and whatever's making the flashes of light is moving... up? Yeah, up, maybe running up along the beams, as rusted and rotted as they probably are.

    What Keli's doing is dangerous, /very/ dangerous, but it's that or the ferris wheel for what she wants to try. She's /sure/ she can do it, she's read everything she can get her hands on about how this is supposed to work.

Tim Drake has posed:
    Tim spins around, the ends of his peacoat flapping around him as he moves the beam of the flashlight around, taking it all in. For a moment, his attention lingers on a castle parapet, the facade for a long-closed ride. "Isn't that where the Eclipso kaiju you created rampaged?" he asks, aiming a vaguely amused (and somewhat smug) smile Lonnie's way.

    Then he's on the move again, headed towards the roller coaster. "Did I ever tell you that story, Pheebs? One of my first outings, before I was 'official'. I wonder if they ever rebuilt the Tunnel of Love."

    When they turn down one of the paths and the roller coaster comes properly into view, Tim stops. "Does that look like light from one of the Green Lanterns' rings to anyone else?" he asks.

Lonnie Machin has posed:
    "You have 50 percent of the share of the guilt in that." Lonnie says, as he follows behind Tim. "More like 70 percent, because I distinctly remember you performing a move that caused the Black Diamond to get flung off the roof and down that poor girl's blouse." He follows behind, his boots crunching in the snow.
    "We have a long history of him putting me in jail. It was the suit he wore the first time I met him. You show up in a euro-cut suit as a thirteen year-old, I *instantly* dislike you." His eyebrows lift. "He did look cute in the suit, though."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "... if you make me back-seat the two of you in a Gotham Tunnel of Love, one of us is going to regret it." Phoebe comments dryly to the two guys, and she then just closes her eyes. She grips her hands together.

    "Lucen a mano mi!" she commands, and she lights up both her palms, brilliance like sunlight.

    "We first met when I got shot through the stomach in a gangfight. Pretty sure I tried to break his shin thinking he was one of the gunmen." PHoebe recounts wryly. "I was trespassing in a building to get pictures of falcons." she explains to Lonnie.

Keli Quintela has posed:
    It /does/, indeed, look a /lot/ like the light from a Green Lantern ring. If that light was low to the ground and kind of 'whoosh'ing up the rollercoaster rails.

    Then Phoebe's Light, well, lights everything up and a short figure can be seen up on the coaster rails. It turns toward the light, startled, and then there's a clear yelp and the figure topples backward, right off one of the highest points of the coaster.

    Oops.

Tim Drake has posed:
    That earns a snort. "I'm sorry, whole stole the black diamonds from that art exhibit intending to use them for his own nefarious purposes?" Tim asks, without looking over. "Oh, right. You, Lonnie. That was you."

    As they begin to close the distance on the mysterious green light, Tim's hand twitches. His collapsed staff slips down from its hiding place up his sleeve, and he palms it, though he doesn't pull it out quite yet. "I went into the Tunnel of Love to save the woman that the kaiju was targetting." A pause. "I hope she dumped the guy she was with," Tim muses. After all, said guy left her to die.

    And as Phoebe is still behind him, he isn't blinded by the light she summons forth. "Huh," is all he says as it illuminates the figure of... well, no Green Lantern he's familiar with. Then the figure yelps and falls, which just about seals the deal. "Maybe you shouldn't have been... picking up chicks, Phoebe."

    BADUMTISH.

    Anyway Tim vaults over the safety railing blocking off the roller coaster and starts winding his way beneath the supports, looking for where their mysterious not-Green Lantern fell.

Lonnie Machin has posed:
    "For a 14 year-old boy, my plan was brilliant." Lonnie says, archly. "And my purposes weren't nefarious, has anybody ever said 'You know I really miss that stupid bridge'?" He snorts, and curls his lip. "You cause a few hundred million dollars worth of damage and somebody never lets you live it down. He's lucky he's such a good dancer-" He looks up, and then grimaces, before he takes out his phone, and puts on the Infra-Red filter.
    He points, "Nine O'Clock, Drake. Over there!"

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "The only chick I have ever picked up was your sister, Tim." Phoebe mutters, semi-crossly. There's no venom in it.

    She gives a surprised sound as the figure tumbles down from the coaster though, and as the Team heals, she keeps one palm up, bringing the light down less 'searchlight' levels and vaults over the fence. When Lonnie calls out the position, she skids, and goes to tend to the poor startled green-lit person...!?

Keli Quintela has posed:
    Fortunately for Keli, the gauntlet acts on its own when she's in danger--or reacts to her unconscious cues, anyway. She fell backwards into a large green catcher's mitt that materalized underneath her, although it still hurt. Just... not as much as the ground would have. The gauntlet's construct has some give to it. Then it slowly vanishes. Tim /might/ be fast enough to have seen that, and Lonnie probably spotted the tail end of the mitt vanishing.

    So when the three older teenagers(ish) find her, she's lying on her back on the ground, not visibly hurt, staring up at the sky with very wide eyes. She's... a teenager, maybe 15 or 16, with thick dark hair and wearing a third-hand puffy coat and leggings and sneakers. She starts giggling right around the time Tim comes up on her.

    "/Pintudo/!! No puedo creer que funciono!!" She keeps giggling.

Tim Drake has posed:
    When Lonnie starts up about the bridge, Tim turns to Phoebe mutely and taps the fingers of his free hand against his thumb, miming a talking mouth. Blah blah blah. He's trying hard not to grin, judging by the twitching at the corners of his mouth.

    When Lonnie points him in the right direction, Tim does indeed manage to catch sight of the Green Lantern construct just before it disappears. His eyes narrow. "Que funciono?" he asks, curiosity getting the better of him, and then follows up with, "Estas herido?"

Lonnie Machin has posed:
"Que funciono? Si estas hablando de tu salto desde ese edificio, le doy un siete, hubo algo de salpicadura en el rellano." Lonnie says, arching one eyebrow as he crosses his arms, and glances over at Tim. "Hablas ingles? Estas en la ciudad de Gotham. Muy lejos de Bolivia." He pauses, and then says, in English, "...It's her accent." Apparently HE can speak spanish TOO, Tim. He pulls his mask down long enough to briefly stick his tongue out, and go *thbbbft*.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Ay bobos, su attencion a la hermana por favor?" Phoebe states. Her accent was awful, her Spanish is pretty awful. And she has the Jersey Accent on it. It sounds weird.

    She gets down, and holds out her hands "Soy una medica." she introduces herself gently, drawing down.

Keli Quintela has posed:
    "I'm fine! I think." Keli peers around at them all, then says, "Buuuut maybe I broke my back or something, really bad injuries you can't feel, right? I mean. I can wiggle my toes." She does, indeed, wiggle her foot. Her English is accented, too, though it sounds better than Phoebe's Spanish. "Ay... maybe stick to English, chica. I mean. Doctor." Her face darkens a bit, hard to tell in the light.

    She eyes Tim and Lonnie. "You policia? Cops?" There's vague suspicion in her eyes and tone.

Tim Drake has posed:
    Because Tim is an adult, he absolutely does not stick his tongue out, right back at Lonnie. No. Not immediately.

    He waits until Lonnie looks away, and *then* he does it. Which means it's basically right as Keli asks if they're cops, and he chokes on his next inhale. "N-no," he answers. It's hard to tell if he's coughing or laughing, but he does shoot Lonnie a look before he shakes his head.

    He crouches down so that he's closer to this strange non-Lantern girl, though still well out of Phoebe's way. "What are you doing out here? he asks, and then he lifts his flashlight to scan the surrounding area as if it might have clues with which he can ferret out the answer himself.

    And, you know, it might! Tim peers around with his brow faintly furrowed. The beam of light passes over a nearby food stand, one that probably once served funnel cakes or massive turkey legs or something, and his frown deepens. "Wait, is that..."

    Hanging from the stand's ceilings are strange, vaguely humanoid shapes. But weird. Bulging in places they shouldn't be.

Lonnie Machin has posed:
    Lonnie gets a peculiar look on his face, as if eminently surprised, and then he recovers his composure and says, "In fact, I'm an anarchist. Tim here is a strict authoritarian, but you know, that cute face paves over all discords." He reaches out and pinches Tim's cheek with cold fingers.
    Then he looks up at where that beam of light is going, and then says, "Oh, I think someone forgot to clean up the Fried Dough when they packed up and left."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "If they were, I would be so screwed." Phoebe states gently, and she looks down to the wiggling foot. "Thank you. I assure you my Japanese and Latin are peerless, but kinda trash at Spanish." she jokes, and she stretches her fingers out. There's no casting, because this is What She Does, Phoebe places her hands, one at the girl's shoulder, the other at her navel thereabouts, and she looks up. Tim's trailing off is rarely good, and she narrows her eyes a moment, crouching a little more protective over the (slightly) younger teen as she begins to glow -- "I'm fairly certain if you broke your back you might not be able to wiggle your toes, but just to make sure, let's take a look. My name's Phoebe. You got a name?" she asks. Distracting kid from wherever Tim is looking.

Keli Quintela has posed:
    "I'm Keli," she says. "Keli Quintela." Closer up, it's clear that she has some kind of backpack on, and is wearing a gauntlet on her right hand, connected to it by a bunch of wires. She's uninjured, mostly, a few bumps and bruises. Maybe she doesn't sleep enough, but who around here does? "I'm a Happy Harbor exchange student, but I... well... I wanted to umm... run some tests on something... somewhere safe..."

    Her eyes are drawn by whatever Tim's looking toward. She blinks and frowns. "Eww," she says to Lonnie's statement.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "So you chose /Gotham/ to be someplace /safe/? What are they teaching in schools?!" Phoebe mutters.

Tim Drake has posed:
    Tim squawks a little bit at the pinch, moreso because of Lonnie's cold fingers than any actual pain. And then he peels off one of his gloves with his teeth so he can reach out and fold his hand over Lonnie's. "Your fingers are like ice," he grumbles as he stands back up. "I'm Tim, this is Lonnie."

    And then after Phoebe's reproachful mutter, he adds on, "And Amusement Mile on top of that!" because this is assuredly the safest place one could be in Gotham. Yeah, right. It's basically two steps up from the Narrows.

    He keeps his grip on Lonnie's hand as he slowly creeps forward towards the support beams of the old, creaky coaster, so that he can look out past it, towards the food stand. Then he fiddles briefly with his flashlight, rotating a dial with his thumb that narrows the beam of light. With that done, the misshapen lumps hanging inside the stand resolve themselves into empty costumes. Food mascot costumes. A hotdog, a hamburger... a burrito...

    "Phoebe," Tim says, his voice suddenly hushed. "How's Keli? We need to *go*. Now."

Lonnie Machin has posed:
    Lonnie's expression turns into a scowl. "Oh, no." He says, "This time, I'm ready. I'm gonna serve Pickle Dickhead with *hamburgers*." He bunches his hands into fists.
    "You might say I'm going to relish the opportunity to feed the Condiment King a knuckle sandwich. With *mustard*."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "She'll be fine." Phoebe returns to Tim, and she goves to help Keli to her feet.

    "Lonnie, with an injured person isn't thinking very social-minded. We can foil their half-baked plans another day." she whispers to the redhead.

    "... I can try for the roof. But I'm worried that I'll miscalculate and we'll end up on the sidewalk from five stories up." she comments to Tim. "Escape route?"

Keli Quintela has posed:
    "Safe for other people. I'm an engineer. You don't just... test things that might blow up in a place where people /live/." Keli sits up, and then stands up, flexing her right hand.

    "Condiment King? /The/ Condiment King? Ayyy, his whole deal is /awful/. Get a better theme, guy." She doesn't /quite/ get the puns. She's not fluent enough for that, just yet.

    She hesitates, then says slowly, "I could, umm... I could... I mean... can you keep a secret?" Then she rushes on, "I kind of have Green Lantern power in this gauntlet, so I /could/ maybe, umm, fly us somewhere?" This girl needs lessons in secret identity keeping, clearly.

Tim Drake has posed:
    Tim immediately hooks his arm around Lonnie's midsection. "Absolutely not!" he says as he starts tugging Lonnie in the opposite direction. There's a very real sense, based on how hard Tim is pulling, that he might be willing to bodily throw Lonnie over his shoulder if it comes to that. "It took two weeks before I'd stop smelling mayo randomly during the day!"

    They're not coming back without being fully suited up, head to toe, that's for sure.

    "Over that wall," he says to Phoebe, nodding to the barrier beyond the roller coaster. In the exact opposite direction of the food stand. "We'll come out on a back street, the coffee shop isn't far."

    And then before Tim even has a chance to tell her not to, Keli spills her secret. He blinks once but only motions for Phoebe to start urging Keli into movement. "You... okay. No flying, just running." Something to deal with later. Right now, getting out of here is his chiefest concern.

    Though having a quick talk with Keli about secret identities might be his second chiefest.

Lonnie Machin has posed:
    Lonnie growls, as Tim hooks an arm around his waist to pull him away. "I'll sauce him *good*-" But then he snarls, audibly, and instead, he grabs a double-handful of Tim's coat and he kisses him on the mouth, warmly. When he pulls away, his breath is so warm it forms frost in the air between them.
    "You know what's really annoying? I owe that jerk for the best thing that ever happened to me."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Oh for the love of--." Phoebe hisses. She reaches back. She reaches to bodily grab BOTH the back of Lonnie's jacket AND THE BACK OF TIM'S and she turns to 'gently guide them' with her Aikido skills towards the fence.

    "Adreniline-powered makeouts after we are out of danger please!" she pleads with the two of them. "Keli, to the fence. Tim. To the fence. Lonnie. So Help Me. To the fence." she states in the No Nonsense, Take Your Meds Or Else Doctor voice.

    And she hopes it works.

Keli Quintela has posed:
    Keli rolls her eyes. "Fine," she huffs. "See if I offer to fly /you/ anywhere ever again, /Tim/." All of her teenaged eye-rolling fades away as the boys kiss, though, and she audibly goes 'awwww!'

    And then she runs. The girl /can/ run. "I'm gonna have to hear the story some time! About why mayo makes you want to kiss!" She'll scramble up and over the fence, once she gets there, with agility born of regularly breaking into such places and climbing over the fences.

    You can get a lot of scrap in junkyards, okay? Good stuff, too.

Tim Drake has posed:
    It's a real capital-m Moment, what Lonnie and Tim have right there. Tim makes a soft sound of surprise when he's pulled in, but then they're kissing, and Tim's hands steady on Lonnie's waist. He's actually dazed afterward, blinking up at Lonnie for a long few seconds--until Phoebe breaks the spell with a likely necessary reality check, and then they're on the move again.

    Though as they start running, Tim reaches out and takes hold of Lonnie's hand, not letting go until they make it to the fence and have to scramble up over it.

    "It's a pretty good story," Tim tells Keli, after, when they're all half a block away and catching their breaths around the corner from Harold's House of Oddities (and Coffee Shop). Which is, thankfully, open late. He pulls his glove back on. "We'll tell it to you over a hot drink, Ms. Quintela, how about that?"

Lonnie Machin has posed:
    Lonnie gives Tim's hand a squeeze. What he'd really like to do is make out, but then again, he's always been more fiery and passionate of the two of them. In the meantime, he'll be a - Good Boy(friend). For tonight. It is a date, after all.
    Though he's a little disappointed Batman wasn't in the bushes spying on them. He'd been keeping an eye out all night.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    What do you think the other Outsider's there for?

    (No, no, Balm wouldn't report to Bats about Tim's activities. That is WAY out of her paygrade).

    Phoebe makes sure everyone is over the fence, and then goes over herself, tailing them all back to the coffee shop.