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Hey, this is a PSA for any and all aboard the good ship Stacy: today is your lucky day, because none other than West Rosen is gracing you all with his presence in the icky fleshy canteen. How about that: a great dinner and great company.

The dinner is goop on goop with a side of tray, and the company is picking at it with the expression on his face of someone being asked to eat live maggots.

Come distract him from the menu? Please?

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"What do you mean 'he'd medal'? Bats would bring home the gold."

"...Okay," admits West reluctantly, "I might've opened myself up for mockery with that question."

But you know. When you suddenly find yourself talking to real live superheroes about a real live Batman, it should probably be considered an impressive feat just to string an intelligent sentence together. West's brain keeps trying to tell him that he's going to wake up in a minute (although to be fair, at least part of it has been doing that since he first slithered out of his pod).

No, really. You shouldn't be laughing at him. Nobody should laugh at West. :(

"Naaah. I'm teasing a little. It's just, there's some stuff--like Bats being broody--that you can set your watch to. One of those facts of life kinda things."

He starts to float off.

"Aaannyway, I told Kara I'd got hang out with her, so I'll see ya' later. She's probably going to pout at me for taking so long as is."

Tim waves at him absently. "See you around," he says, before turning back to West. "He's not wrong, actually. Batman's kind of got brooding down to a science. He's practically famous for it. It's a big joke, with all of the younger heroes... and with a lot of the older ones, too," he admits.

"Uh, see you," West says to Kon's retreating form, still fairly overawed.

To Tim: "I know a couple of people like that. Only they tend to wear a lot more eye-makeup than I can really imagine the Dark Knight in."

Tim blinks. Eyeliner... on Batman... He shudders a little at the thought. "Um. No. Really, really no."

West can't help but grin a bit at Tim's reaction.

"Yeah, that's a scary mental image."

Tim gives him a brief grin. "Words absolutely fail, West" he says with a laugh. "Robin occasionally cross-dresses for True Justice, but the day I see Batman do it, is the day I start checking for signs of the Apocalypse."

West laughs. Well, you can't not at that picture.

It's at about this point that his stomach pipes up to demand to know why his mouth has given up on the tasty, tasty slop of doom. Ah. Now this could prove a problem.

"Uh, rest assured I'm still boggling, but is there anywhere I can get some real food? We can't really be expected to live off slime and crackers."

Tim gives him a quick grin and shoves his tray away from him. "You know what? I did find some moderately edible vegetation. Like--fruit and stuff. Looked like a garden run wild. Not the best ever, but it actually has a taste, which--" he eyes the tray with a certain amount of disgust. "--is a serious improvement."

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