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Set during "Away from It All." Please read/reread if necessary.
Away from It All: A Moment
By Arlene
Tim's POV
Now that his body was acclimated to the heat and humidity of the room, he relaxed and just stood, soaking in the running water. Just then, he felt another draft, and this time the room's temperature dropped noticeably. At the same time, he also had the peculiar prickly feeling on the back of his neck that meant he was being watched. At the sudden gasp behind him, he simultaneously snatched his towel to cover himself and picked up his bottle of shampoo as a weapon. When he saw his would-be attacker,
"GAH!"
"HERA!"
Cassie found herself looking at a pair of incredibly blue eyes. Funny, she never noticed how blue they really were.
Tim dropped the bottle and gathered the towel more closely around him. He sputtered, "Cassie, what the fu--What're you--get out!!" His voice echoed throughout the tiled room. Alarmed at his roar, she shut the door and flew out of the building at fast as she could. Seeing the door close, he immediately dropped himself on the floor, the coolness of it chilling his bare bottom.
***
Okay, Drake, take deep, calming breaths. Breathe.
She saw me naked!
Calm down before you start hyper-ventilating, you idiot.
In the buff! Not a stitch! Naked as a jaybird!
What did she see?
Close your eyes, clear your mind, think of a white blank space. Peace. Calm. Still. Deep breath through your nose, exhale through mouth.
Okay. Better. Now what, bird-brain? Take it by the numbers.
I'm taking a shower, and Cassie walks in. Well, peeks. Watches. So, how long was she standing there?
Long enough. Fraggin' crud monkeys!
But what did she actually see? Definitely my back. Maybe I should consider working on a tan . . . ?
Knock it off, Boy Blunder. Concentrate.
But she saw me naked!
Why is this bothering me so much? I mean, c'mon, I've faced down Joker, Two-Face, all of those homicidal maniacs, and won. I mean, this is Cassie, Cassandra Sandsmark, Wonder Girl, my teammate, my friend. I trust her to watch my back . . .
Baaad choice of words, Timbo.
Oh God. She'll tell Cissie, and Cissie'll mention it to Bart, and Bart will tell . . . the entire free world. Probably parts of the unfree, too.
Gotham Gazette headlines: "Robin in the Nude! Wonder Girl Sees All!"
Now, stop it! You're being paranoid. Again. Big surprise there.
Man, I bet this sort of thing never happens to Dick. I'll bet *he* never had a girl walk in while he's taking a shower. That schmuck. I'll bet he'd even enjoy it. The perv.
Be fair, Drake. Who's the schmuck here? You are. Student of the Bat. Squire of the Dark Knight. Boy Wonder. And then she just opens the door and gets an eyeful. Just like that.
Wait, hold it. What was she doing anyway? *She's* the one in the guy's locker room. So what business does *she* have walking in on me? Hmph. Probably trying to catch Kon. I mean, by now, she's old enough to figure out when someone's, uh, indisposed.
Old enough?
Cripes! She's only fourteen! Do they cover sex ed when they're fourteen?
What did she see?
Why's this bothering me so much? Because she's my friend, we work together, I'll see her again. And again and again. And she's a frickin' girl! And I'm supposed to be the frickin' leader! I'm supposed to be in control!
Whoa, boy. You're thinking like a Bat. Great, now I'm scaring myself.
Okay, Fearless Leader, so take control. You yelled at her, she's probably feeling pretty rotten. Do some damage control.
Could be worse, Timbo. She could've laughed.
End