It hadn't felt this good when Spoiler had grabbed his ass.
Wait a second... wasn't he technically with Stephanie Brown ?
Than again... Batman hadn't been too sane throughout all that. After all, he had gone around making random people members of the family. Without the kidnapping ritual. Not to mention the entire Hugo Strange fiasco. So, yeah... maybe. Wait a second. How was Tim relating Batman to how he was with his girlfriend ?
And if Stephanie was his girlfriend, why was he letting an extremely hot girl whom he was quite sure would be better accepted into his little group of peers, grope him ?
Besides the fact that it felt damn good.
Tim just didn't know what to think anymore. He really didn't. He just let himself melt into his girl- er... his comrade's hands. He swigged lazily on the percolate bottle, an action he had seen practiced on far to many winos.
"Ah, Babs, you getting this feed?" Nightwing said, with the awful 'I'm a good older brother' tone of voice that always made Tim's shoulder tense up. Except of course, if Cassandra Cain was going to have anything to do about that, no force on earth (or New Genesis) would be able to make Tim's shoulders tense.
"Its so cute!" came the odd voice from Oracle. It was part of the Nightwing mythos in Bludhaven. That if there was a nagging voice floating in the air, you would shortly have the living shit beaten out of you. Whenever the floating voice was nice, you'd be lucky enough to be tied with the slightly softer ropes. If there was no voice at all, you would run for your life. Unless, of course, Nightwing was humming. Than you could be confident just to go on your merry way and take the punch like a man and get tied up, heck. You could even complain, if you were feeling lucky.
Currently, said floating voice was busy cooing at the image of Batgirl rubbing Robin in an oh-so-wrong manner. She let out loud sigh. "Memories" She was interrupted from the most languid of moments, by a little red dot blinking on her monitor, which was, surprisingly, located among the other red dots. This one, through, was bigger.
"Yes, boss?" she asked.
"Oracle. I..." the gruff voice was rather distant sounding, despite the fact it should have accurately been picked up by the live feed active through Night wing's comm. set. She typed something real fast, and soon the remote camera was turned slowly towards a large black form of a cape, topped by the tips of two pointy ears, hunched over in thought. The figures head rose. "Need a contact with Black Canary"
"Sure boss" Babs typed something which made Nightwing laugh, with the purpose of confusing Batman into thinking she was patching through the link. He wasn't, but she didn't need to know.
"He looks so cute like that" Canary whispered into Babs ear. She continued, louder this time. "Canary here"
"Canary. As Oracle has, undoubtedly, told you, My associates" Dinah read this as 'children' "and I are in an undisclosed" 'Africa' "location. The purpose of this event is a martial arts tournament, of which I feel it would be proper if those of my comrades would attend. Thus, in another four years, it would be relevant for you to join us." Dinah read this as 'would you like to go out' She therefore answered. A little too quickly.
"YES!" The fact that it would be another four years, well. That was beyond the point.