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A longer shirt. How hard was it to find a longer shirt? Jill headed down the stairs (slightly gingerly) as she muttered to herself. The shirt she'd worn was too short, and kept creeping up so there was a sliver of skin between the top of her waistband and her shorts. Not normally a problem, but right now she had a bruise that was working it's way to a nice, healthy purple, and Jill didn't want to have to explain it.
She sighed as she walked into the laundry room, and then her eyes widened as she saw Tim. "Tim! Shouldn't you be-" Patrol? Training? She'd looked for him after she'd met Dick, and was going to continue, she just wanted to grab a new shirt first.
She sighed as she walked into the laundry room, and then her eyes widened as she saw Tim. "Tim! Shouldn't you be-" Patrol? Training? She'd looked for him after she'd met Dick, and was going to continue, she just wanted to grab a new shirt first.