[texting repository] bc not everything's gotta be action

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spicy sexts
crack...
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[ Whatever the future holds... he'd now have to contend with Ann's involvement. A text message checking in on him every so often... a suggestion here that maybe he didn't think of. Ann was a variable that was now a constant – and she wants to keep it that way to keep him and the people she cares about safe.]

I'm just saying... those plans of yours... tsk tsk. Makes me wonder if you ever just live in the moment.

[ She's totally teasing – but... it's not likely he'd spring up tomorrow to visit her or solve all his problems this week. Things take time and she just likes to make sure he knows she's here... whenever. ]

Exchanges of information for the greater good or....? [ Selfish, teasing like the talk of whips and wires. Ann blushes too much for her own good and she looks away, trying to act as if she wasn't bothered by the thought of him showing up within a week. She wants it – badly, missing the nerd himself each day that ticks by. ] I think I'm free but... I can move some things around too, y'know. For you.

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[ Good. Because Tim's Achilles Heel has always been getting lost in his own head, getting carried away with high ambition. The kind of stuff that gives him all the potential Bruce saw in him. Not just a great capacity for good, but as a different Batman has shown... a great capacity for evil. And if Ann saved Tim once, she can save him again. Plus, why would he resent the idea of her sending memes every twenty minutes? ]

Funny, I was just about to say.

There's always more you can teach me, too.

[ Not just about modeling, though he understands that she's still gauging her commitment to the hobby. More... about living in the moment, like she said. ]

Doesn't have to be just that, [ The "greater good," that is. ] but knowledge is power for a reason.

[ Tim's gonna act like he doesn't notice Ann getting all flustered like that. Like him dropping into Shibuya from the sky, Red Robin suit and all, wouldn't be cool as hell. And that immediately after, Tim Drake would be around for Ann to hug and kiss and, well. Torment with a whip.

It heartens him, at least, to hear her talk about making time for him in return. ]

You do that. Meanwhile, I'm--

[ A transmission sounds from another monitor. But from the angle of the webcam through which Ann can see Tim, she has no view of the other screen. On it, though, is Batman. Dick Grayson. Visibly in the cockpit of the new Batmobile, which is currently soaring through Gotham City.

Red Robin. We've got a problem. The Flash is in town, pursuing Gorilla Grodd to Gotham Harbor. Weird machinations we don't know the full extent of.

Monkey business.

As you know, Robin's still out with the Teen Titans. But Flash could use the extra assist. ]

You don't have to ask, Batman. Be there in five.

Uh... Panther.

[ After Dick hangs up shortly thereafter, Tim turns to face Ann's screen with something of an apologetic look. Duty calls after all, but as a Phantom Thief, at least she knows the drill. ]

You mind if I take this?

[ Having been in-costume this whole time, except unmasked, he rises from his computer chair. Once on his feet, he cloaks his visage in the hood that becomes his Red Robin cowl. ]

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We'll see what I can teach you when you get over here.

[ One more string of insistence reflects her own want. While Ann was nowhere near as clingy of a girlfriend as she could be... there's still some clear want: that having him here makes her feel safer? Happier? He was her safety net now, as much as the Phantom Thieves were too. Ann was learning to depend on others, not just carry burdens and weight of being 'strong' for them too. It was weird, but... it felt nice? Enough to make her look forward to late night or early morning calls from Gotham. ]

Like, how we c– oh?

[ She stays quiet for a moment, awkwardly scrunching her face and just waiting. When he gets back to her, she understands. There's a quick wave and a nod that follows – ]

No, I take total offense right now. No, go ahead. Just text me later. Bye, birdboy.