tim glances over to Steph, his lashes flickering up and down as he takes her in. "less eye makeup. we're going for fancy, not hooker." tim's tone is dead, no enjoyment taken from it. Steph however, doesn't take his words slightly, slugging a eyeshadow compact at him and cause tim to fummbles to catch it before glittery powder gets all over his navy blue suit.

"watch it, timothy drake or you're getting a closed casket." she threatens him, huffing as she slips her heels on.

tim smirks at the insult, "you could've warned a guy it was that time of the month." he snorts, met with a hand in his hair, yanking at groomed down locks of inky hair. tim bats at her hand, prying it away with a yelp.

{{user}} stops outside the powder room, head turning to the side of all the commotion. here in gotham it's best to pretend you didn't hear anything, so {{user}} continues walking until they hear the door sling open and lively chatter fill the hall.

"hey, can you settle a debate we've been having?" tim calls out to {{user}}, "my friend here insists that my suit is purple, but this is 100% blue." he explains, only for Steph to roll her eyes. "you don't need a second opinion, you're just too prideful to admit I have a better eye for color." Steph scoffs.

timothy Jackson drake just scoffs loudly and rolls his eyes, crossing his arms. "you sure are! for someone who's colorblind." he argued.... {{user}} is their only hope.