Before Patrol (backdated to 2/7)

[no_pixie_shoes]

Tim spends the afternoon working out in the gym at his place. Going through his routine, one he'd been doing everyday for years helps him regain some of the balance he'd lost due to last night's... activities. He needed to be able to focus, focus was what was going to keep him alive out there

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[flewtoohigh]

Oh. Now wait a second, this wasn't how this conversation was supposed to go. At all. But he'd asked and now she felt herself wanting to talk about it. Tim wouldn't judge her for the things she couldn't do.

She shook her head, hair falling into her face. Like maybe she was embarrassed. But she didn't get embarrassed. About sex or anything.

"I always have recent experience with sex." Her voice came out harsh, far harsher than she'd ever want to be with Tim. So she tried again.

"There are people in the city I see. A few. Mostly it's like I said. We bleed together. It's not sweet or innocent or beautiful." Well, that last might not be true. She and Loz were probably very beautiful, like screaming eagles diving after prey were beautiful. And she and Doyle with the colors and lights, and his obsidian skin and her pale cream... 'kay, definitely not true. "It might be beautiful to watch, but it doesn't feel beautiful."

This? Not getting them anywhere. "What I mean is there are men I fuck. Then there's this other guy," not C. He's not a guy, and it was as different with him as talking to Tim was different from talking to anyone else. "He always acts like he wants it the way I want it. But then we finally get from the dance to the deed - and that's weird enough, because I don't dance, usually I don't even talk - and he wants to make love."

There might, maybe, have been the slightest hint of pink in her cheeks. "So it kinda was awkward, and we fought, but not in the sexy way that leads to a really great... to really great sex. In that awful way where you end up having to tell people stuff you aren't really comfortable telling them just to make the fight stop."

She looked at him, not quite believing she'd just said all that. "So, uh, we had sex and it was good sex but it wasn't the best sex and I obviously feel weird about it."

[no_pixie_shoes]

He blinks, because yeah, Dick had made the mistake of occassionally explaining some of his weirder fights with Babs but... it wasn't actually this confusing.

"So... the guys you have sex with, that's all cool, but this guy... he had sex with you and it wasn't? He... made you uncomfortable? Made you..." he's not about to think that Lee was violated, he isn't, cause Lee wouldn't stand for that crap. No way, "So... do you want me to beat him up for you? Seeing as I can do it without killing him?"

[flewtoohigh]

He didn't think... No. He knew better than that. Her confusion led to his, and so he did what came naturally. Offered to protect her, and tried to make her smile.

"Nice offer, little bird. Unnecessary. But I'll keep it in mind." Her lips curved into a wicked smirk at the thought of Tim taking on Ranger. No contest there. Ranger might be dangerous, but Tim? Was a Bat. "It's just he wanted something from me that I can't give. He wanted..."

What had he wanted, really? Ah. "He wanted what you and I have." Openness. Without the understanding, trust, and relationship that made it possible, even Inevitable, with Tim.

[no_pixie_shoes]

He hears what it is she's saying, even if she can't really put it into words, "It's kind of like me, right? My issue with sex with strangers is because I'd be open to them, and they don't have any right to that. And the whole scared part, but mostly the openess. I don't want anyone to see me like that... and neither do you. You don't view sex the way I do, and maybe that's because you have it differently than I would, will, do?" he shakes his head, "Anyways, it's not something you want other people having, it's not something they're entitled to... guess you're more like me than you thought Lee," he tells her, reaching a hand out for hers.

"And seriously, you change your mind, HE tought me a lot of... interesting techniques. You wouldn't regret it." He grins as he says it, though it's clear he isn't entirely joking.

[flewtoohigh]

Instantly, she shook her head. Because it wasn't the same, not at all. But the more he talked, the more she realized...exactly the same. "Mmmm. Yeah. It's the same. Just. Your answer is to not have sex. Mine is to have a lot of sex with but with people who know how not to watch when you're bleeding. Or maybe with people who are perfectly happy with just getting in my...bodysuit."

Hand in his, confirmation, of 'this' whatever it was between them. "I've seen you fight. He'd be toast."

Turning her bright blue gaze on him, she let her lips curve into a wry smile. "So. Was there anything else you wanted to ask me about sex?"