*picks up all her gay kiddies and puts in a protective basket*

Lies, lies, lying little beast
Lying little man on the corner of the street
Singing "Why, I can't come out to play
Can't come out and say that I'm afraid of what they'll say"

-Run River North, "Lying Beast"

Then.

Stephanie walked purposefully down the dormitory hallway towards her destination, which she had learned of through Cass after the other had shockingly announced she was now… "involved" with someone and asked point-blank for her advice. Steph had been surprised (not to mention maybe a tad jealous) that she had been granted visitation rights before her – especially when she herself wasn't even sure if she had reached an official "dating" stage yet with her suitor- er, tutor (although they had undergone several "study sessions" together by this point) – but nevertheless was happy for her roommate. …Besides, her profile's "single" status would hopefully change today.

Checking her hair and outfit, she nervously fixed and fidgeted a little in front of the doorway, before taking a deep breath and knocking on the entry. After a moment, it slowly creaked open a crack to reveal a rather confused-looking Tim.

"Steph? What are you doing here?"

"Hey! I just came to ask you something quick, if you're not too busy." She beamed her best and brightest.

Tim's eyes darted anxiously aside as he swallowed.

"Uh, now's not really a great time…"

"Who's that, Tim? A friend of yours?"

Stephanie blinked as a stunningly beautiful woman unexpectedly emerged from behind Tim, ravishing red locks and coquettish lips smiling cordially.

"Ah, you must be Stephanie! Tim's told me a lot about you."

Steph's gaze shifted suspiciously to Tim, who looked like his world had just come crashing down around him.

"…Has he now?"

The stranger grinned widely as she extended her slender palm, revealing twin rows of perfect pearl teeth.

"I'm Barbara Gordon. Pleasure to meet you."

Tentatively, Steph took it.

"...Nice to meet you. Wait, 'Gordon' – as in the new Police Commissioner?"

The woman nodded.

"Bingo, you're looking at her." Her voice abruptly took on an authoritative tone. "I'm here on official police business, conducting a top-secret investigation. You wouldn't happen to have seen any suspicious individuals around, would you?"

"Babs," Tim cut in sharply as Steph started to sweat and panic. "That's enough. Quit frightening her." (Although rather than relieve her apprehension, it only increased further at such informal address.)

…On a first-name basis?

"Kidding, kidding. I'm giving a guest lecture on Criminology over in the West Wing. Speaking of which," Barbara glanced at her wristwatch, "I should probably get going. Class starts in 10 minutes. I just came by to say 'hi' to Tim."

She began to gather up her things, bustling out the exit with a wink to Tim on the way, who only winced and shrank further in response.

"I'll leave you two kids alone. Take care, Tim. I'll stop by again some other time."

Steph watched her figure's wake until it was gone, silently envying sophisticated style and… mature body shape as it sashayed away.

"She's awfully pretty," she mused aloud, suddenly feeling even more self-conscious. "What exactly is your relationship with her?"

Don't tell me he's actually into older women. There's no way I can compete with that.

Tim rolled his eyes with a sigh.

"It's not what you think. She's like an older sister."

"…Seriously?"

How strangely 'convenient' all his supposed 'relatives' seem to be gorgeous supermodels.

"Trust me, there's nothing like that between us."

She gauged his earnest expression, before accepting assurance.

"All right, I believe you." Her smile returned as she relaxed. "In that case…"

She fished around in her pocket, pulling out two tickets she won at the Theta-Kapa-Gamma Harvest Festival last week.

"Ta da~! Tickets to see the monster movie marathon at the old Monarch Theater on Saturday! You are free, aren't you?"

Tim blinked as she practically shoved the tiny pieces of perforated paper in his face, fanning gleefully in invitation. Temptation.

"I am, but…"

He gulped, hesitating as he seemed to desperately search for an excuse.

"I'm… not really a fan of old films…"

He mumbled lamely, appearing extremely uneasy for some reason.

Oh crap. Don't tell me I screwed up again.

Steph's confidence sank in disappointment, recalling how she had once enthusiastically tried to engage Tim in a spontaneous water pistol fight going on in the campus courtyard (despite the season being somewhat ill-suited for the sport), having snuck up on him whilst the victim was reading unawares underneath the shade of a nearby tree, hitting him with a lighthearted squirt. He had sat there, stunned, as he stared at the childish toy weapon in her hand, before wiping his soaked cheek with the back of his sleeve. Slamming his book shut, he stated with such startlingly quiet, intense anger it took her aback:

"I don't like guns."

…Before standing up and stalking off in silence.

Still, she had hoped this would make up for it, that it could be something they'd both enjoy, spend some real quality time doing together (besides studying anyway, which she was starting to get sick and tired of as tests approached). Who didn't care for a good old-fashioned camp scare around Halloween? …Maybe he just needed to give it a chance.

"Hey, don't knock it 'till you've tried it. Have you ever even seen Dracula or Frankenstein?"

He shook his head.

"Whaaat, you're missing out on some classics! Come on, it'll be fun. We've both been working so hard, we deserve a break. Cass has a pair of passes too, so she and Conner are going to be there as well. We can totes double together." (Incidentally, it had been a little odd how her partner had been so fortunate as to receive the exact same prize at the booth's trivia guessing game right after her, but she'd learned not to question Cassandra's keen – if sometimes creepily uncanny – sense of intuition.)

Tim bit his lip, but acquiesced at her pleading puppy eyes, which shone with eager stars of anticipation.

"…Okay."

"Great! It's a date then." She exclaimed excitedly as she handed him his half of the voucher.

"A… date."

He repeated robotically, surveying the stub as if in disbelief.

"I'll see you on Saturday then."

She waved as she skipped off, emboldened by sweet success. In her jubilee, she accidentally ran straight into Conner as he coincidentally came round the corner, heading back to his room as well.

"Whoa, watch it there!"

He caught her just before she fell (unlike before, this sturdy target was obviously a lot harder to knock over), and she blushed a tinge as she felt his huge, strong arms wrap around her shoulder.

Man, what is it with me and bumping into hot guys recently? …Not that I'm complaining, mind.

She wasn't sure whether to be overjoyed or embarrassed by this recurring situation, but settled for leaning towards the former. Conner, on the other hand, seemed a little less thrilled upon realizing the person in his grasp.

"Oh, it's you. …Actually, good timing. I want to talk to you about Tim."

He raised her up, but kept a firm grip on her collar as he drew her back round the bend. …It was almost a little painful, the amount of pressure his paw was putting on her petite stature. His countenance was severely solemn as he stooped forward to meet her level.

"…Look, I'm just gonna come right out and say it so you don't get the wrong idea. Tim's… 'delicate'. I mean, really delicate." He frowned, icy blue irises flaring dangerously as his dense, digging fingers deepened into the folds of her blouse, contracting and contacting to the bone. "You need to watch what you say and do around him. I swear, if you ever do anything intentionally to hurt him, I will never forgive you. You got that?"

She recoiled, reasoning he was likely referring to the gun stunt.

Is he… making a genuine threat?

Steph was somewhat scared now as his shadow loomed over her, backing her against the wall. She nodded meekly.

"U- understood."

"Good."

He released her, and she rubbed at the sore spot on her skin, wondering if it was going to leave a bruise. She was also starting to wonder what the heck Cass saw in this big dumb brute. He was admittedly attractive, sure, but personality-wise he was Tim's complete opposite: loud, brash, obnoxious – not to mention arrogant – basically your stereotypical jock. And yet…

"You really care a lot about Tim, don't you?"

Conner sniffed. "Of course I do. He's my best friend."

…'Friend', huh?

The way he behaved seemed to go far beyond mere "friendship" though. He was almost acting like an overprotective guardian. …Or a possessive one.

"Could it be that you're… jealous?"

"Me? Jealous? Of you?" Conner scoffed. "Why on earth would I be jealous? Just because you're the one getting him to finally open up and trust you, participate in a bunch of social activities he never normally would, even though I've tried so hard to motivate him to be more outgoing over these past few years? To convince him to talk to me about his problems? To be the kind of stupid-ass cliché you huma- people find so damn popular just so no one else would dare to mess with him?"

He laughed like a bark, though it sounded slightly strained. Pained. Stephanie softened at such a display of devotion.

…Maybe he's not such an oaf after all.

"For what it's worth, I think you've done a lot more for him than you give yourself credit for. I'm sure he appreciates having you as a pal."

She cautioned a comforting pat on his broad muscle.

"Don't worry, it's not like I'm trying to steal him away from you or anything. Besides, you're doing the same thing for Cass, aren't you? Trying to help her break out of her shell? Heck, I've noticed she's been a lot more vocal ever since you two started seeing each other."

Conner rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

"You think? I mean, I guess you could say that. I dunno, it feels like I'm not really right for her… She's so serious and deep, and – and next to her I feel like a total doofus most of the time…"

Stephanie couldn't help but sympathize. They were a weird couple, to be sure, but then the same could easily be said about her and Tim.

"Hey, far be it from me to judge, but even if it doesn't seem like you're made for each other off the bat, I think you owe it to yourselves to try and explore those feelings at least. You never know, maybe it will work out."

…It might've been her imagination, but the margins of his mouth seemed to twitch a bit at the word "made". He coughed as he replied contritely though.

"Thanks. And, uh, sorry about being rough earlier."

"It's all right." She smirked. "You were just defending your 'delicate' flower's honor."

A humiliated flush crept onto his visage.

"Oi, despite what you may have heard, it's not like that."

"It's okay," she giggled in understanding. "I feel the same way about Cass. …I suppose you could consider it even then?"

"Um… I suppose." He looked confounded by the straightforward confession, but shrugged, not wanting to think too hard about it anymore, lest things get overly complicated. "So… We good then?"

She smiled.

"Yeah. We're good."

…

When the weekend rolled around, Stephanie dragged Cassandra clothes shopping before the big day, insisting on doing her hair and makeup as well. By the time they arrived at the cinema, the boys were already there waiting, checking their watches out in the cold. While she sheepishly apologized on both behalves for being "fashionably late", Steph figured it was worth it when she saw their slack jaws at how much fashion had transformed them. The guys were dressed decently to impress as well, both sporting smart leather jackets (although Tim's looked a size too big for him, and Conner still had on that ruddy black Superman T-shirt underneath that seemed like it came from a little kid's closet).

She took the initiative in lining up with Tim to order snacks and soda, in the meantime telling the other two to go find four seats together. Luckily they didn't have to wait long, as there didn't seem to be many customers despite it being a Saturday. (To be fair those tickets were probably pretty cheap and undesirable to given away free at some college fest.) Although she kept chatting cheerfully to try and pass the time, her other company seemed even more uncomfortable than usual in the lightly crowded lobby, hardly able to carry a conversation – let alone the food – all the way to the viewing room. She began to worry if this had been a mistake to bring him here, and prayed the darkness and drama onscreen would at least be able to distract him enough to loosen up a little.

Cass and Conner had saved them two seats near the edge, and she sidled in next to her girlfriend (for moral support) while Tim took the one closest to the aisle. He kept glimpsing tensely around though, still just as jumpy as before.

"Hey, chill out a bit, will ya? What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he muttered. "It's just, in my experience, this is usually the part where the place catches fire, or some punks try to rob the box office, or…"

She stared at him, shaking her head.

"You fret too much. Just try to relax and enjoy, okay? Here, have some popcorn."

He passed on the salted kernels though, and she pouted as she popped one in her mouth, chewing over whether she'd made the right decision after all. He looked almost claustrophobic, stressed. In distress.

Things didn't improve much as the motion picture started to play. The first feature presentation in the lineup was indeed Frankenstein, and although Tim managed to remain relatively calm enough throughout the monochrome, monotone introduction, he started to stiffen at the famous "awakening" sequence.

"Quite a good scene, isn't it? One man crazy, three very sane spectators."

Out of the crook of her eye, Steph sensed her companion cringe every time there was a thunderclap, as lights flashed and machinery sparked with mounting electricity, while the movie madman merrily turned the wheel to "adjust the batteries". Together, he and his assistant unrolled the cloth covering the table to expose a humanlike form strapped to it, albeit with limbs limp and lifeless. Tim's claw clutched at his armrest as the stretcher was gradually lifted up through a hole in the ceiling towards the stormy sky, where pulses of galvanizing lightning presumably struck the subject repeatedly.

Stephanie divided concentration back and forth between the increasingly agitated boy beside her and the big screen in growing alarm as his breathing accelerated, gasping and wheezing audibly as he bent forward and put his hyperventilating head between his knees. Cass and Conner were casting concerned looks as well, while other annoyed audience members revolved around and shushed to keep it down. As her attention was arrested by the scientist maniacally screaming "It's alive!" over and over again, she turned back one last time to ask if Tim was all right in a worried whisper – but there was no answer.

Tim was gone.

Oh Lord, whatever did I say?
Whatever made me think that this was all okay?
No one held me to the flame
The hell if I could take the dark from my face