Texts From Gotham
A Word: All texts taken as is and unaltered from the TFLN database. Drabbles may or may not be loosely connected. Just assume they're not as pairings and what not will change to reflect the specific texts used as inspiration.
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(276): LESSON OF THE DAY: Saying Everclear gets you out of explaining anything.
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Tim frowns and opens his mouth, "But-"
"Everclear," Cassie cuts him off. Saying the word firmly and only once. It's a combination of inflection and understatement that works wonders.
Tim obviously agrees and looks surprised by it. "How does that even work?"
"You tell me that as soon as you can figure out an argument that can win against it," Cassie says with a shrug as a chunk of robot flies through the air over them. Arching up just enough to clear the city and land safely in the harbor.
"That shouldn't be anywhere near as effective as it is," Tim mutters as he turns back to watch the fight. There's only one robot left and the team is obviously having fun taking it apart slowly. It's a showy one-upmanship of powers that they usually discourage, but the robots are just really too old to be a serious threat.
"I don't question it," Cassie says as Blue Beetle tries something and then looks confused as it obviously doesn't work. "I just use if for completely legal if slightly morally bankrupt reasons."
"Like what," Tim mutters and he's studying Blue intently. Cassie can almost see the training schedule he's putting together to make sure the guy doesn't fail the next time her tries whatever he just did. "Getting out of writing your essays?"
"That only works once," Cassie shakes her head sharply as another robot part sails over them. This one shedding small bit of debris as it goes. "It works great at explaining bruises, and ruined clothing though."
"You get bruises," it's a flat statement that she knows is really a question.
"Not a lot, but sometimes, yeah," it's unavoidable at times, and just all out more shocking to other people because it's so rare. "But all I have to do is say Everclear and I'm good. It even works on my mom."
"Right," Tim says before standing up. A strange sight in the new costume despite the fact that she's had years to get used to it now. "And how did telling your mom your new excuse go over?"
Cassie grimaces and slips off her perch to float down to the street. Tim following slowly. "Well, it went better than me telling her I had a god trying to kill me again."
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