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[ Gotham's Freak Club ]
Flying Grayson: last month, the magazines had kept focused on the Waynes and the Luthors.
The Walking Dead: and more specifically on Tim Drake and Irina Luthor.
Flying Grayson: yup, check this out. These are the September issues of two of Gotham's most popular magazines.
The Walking Dead: damn, she's hot. I don't know about Gotham but after this issue, the male population would have been taken by storm and fallen head over heels for her.
Demon Spawn: and look at Drake, on the other hand.
Demon Spawn: such a shame. He looks like he's posing for the school's yearbook.
Timmy's Girlfriend: what's wrong with him, Damian? He looks great.
Demon Spawn: by your standards of course he does. Because as far as I know you have little to no standards, proven by the fact that you're dating Drake.
The Walking Dead: now that was rude, Damian.
Demon Spawn: do NOT expect me to apologize.
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The Walking Dead: me and my bro ready to rock at the Fall Gala.
Timmy's Girlfriend: both of you look really handsome. Bet all the girls will lose their hearts to you both.
Flying Grayson: appreciate the compliment.
The Walking Dead: and here we have Tim.
The Walking Dead: though this is not his outfit for the day I guess. He just returned from the last minute arrangements.
Timmy Toes: it has been such a tiresome job. The only highlight was that I accidentally met a friend.
Timmy's Girlfriend: you met Mathias?
Timmy Toes: I did. Invited him to the event as well.
Flying Grayson: your friend looks way too happy.
Timmy Toes: well he is that sort of person. A complete walking sunshine.
Flying Grayson: and look at our lovely baby bro.
Timmy Toes: oh my God, thank you so much, I needed this picture. Now I can't wait for Dami's birthday so that I can have my revenge.
Flying Grayson: you'll have to wait for one whole year, buddy.
The Walking Dead: is he dead though?
Timmy Toes: no, I'm not that lucky.
Flying Grayson: looks like he's trying to get some beauty sleep right before the event starts.
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Demon Spawn: who the fuck took my picture?
Demon Spawn: I swear, Grayson, take this down right now or else you will have to suffer consequences!
Demon Spawn: as for you, Drake, at least I look classy when I sleep. This is you sleeping at multiple occasions.
Timmy's Girlfriend: oh my goodness...
Timmy Toes: you take pictures of me while I sleep? That's so fucking messed up, Damian, I'm going to call the cops on you. You stalker!
Flying Grayson: nobody's calling the cops. I think just my presence would suffice.
Demon Spawn: I'm not a stalker, Drake, you just happen to look ridiculous while you sleep so I couldn't help it.
The Walking Dead: because when he does fall asleep, he's usually been deprived of it for so long that he just collapses. So it's not his fault really.
Timmy's Girlfriend: you've got to set a time table, Tim, you can't go sleep deprived for long. It will affect your health.
Timmy Toes: I try but it always ends up otherwise.
Demon Spawn: don't sleep.
Demon Spawn: maybe you'll die in the end.
Timmy Toes: that was so fucking cold, Damian.
Demon Spawn: because I so fucking hate you, Drake.
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[ T <•> I ]
I: so its the day of the Gala at last.
T: yup...
T: I'm nervous.
I: don't be. Everything will go smoothly and it will all be just as you planned.
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I: you know what, I decided to wear off white after all.
T: I bet you will look absolutely stunning.
I: you'll see that for yourself, darling.
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T: you look gorgeous.
T: I can't keep my eyes off you.
I: you look really handsome too, princess.
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I: tell you what, just fuck the press. I can't do this whole pretending anymore.
T: Irina, are you sure?
I: let them wag their tongues all they can. All I want right now is a dance with you.
T: just one dance?
I: I don't know, let's dance the night away.
T: I still want you to be very certain of this. There will be no going back after tonight.
I: I don't want to go back.
I: I just want you, Tim.
I: so fuck the press and get your ass down here this instant.
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[ R <•> J ]
J: I don't really recall how the Gala went but this is what I woke up to.
R: the picture looks nice but it's probably taken from an overhead view. Like a drone camera. That's why its pixelated and not good quality at all.
R: at least The Scene got in a recognizable picture.
J: is it really them? Tim and the Luthor girl?
R: one hundred percent.
R: you missed out on everything, Jay. And I was telling you not to get completely wasted because of this. If you had been sober, you would have enjoyed the scenes that were created at the Gala.
R: check the internet and you'll see.
J: holy shit, it's full of Timmy and Luthor's daughter.
J: this really did turn out into a scandal.
R: exactly. The press has gone wild. Even I have received a lot of interview requests so just imagine how many the two lovebirds would have gotten by now.
J: but what about Ren?
R: have you seriously not figured it out yet?
J: figured out what?
J: wait...
R: Irina Luthor is Ren.
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J: I knew it! I fucking knew it!
J: and the two didn't even let us suspect...
J: that's exactly why they start blushing like lovestruck cherubs each time the press mentions them together.
J: the stealthy little Romeo and Juliet.
J: or not Romeo and Juliet, that ended in a tragedy.
R: calm down, Jay, it looks like you're having a stroke.
J: why would I not?
J: my Babybird decided to go public with his secret relationship and he didn't even tell me!
J: and now I'm just finding out about it through magazines. Through the fucking press. But not from Tim himself.
J: I feel betrayed.
J: ah the bitter pain of being tricked... The agony of not being trusted enough by my own little brother... I feel absolutely devastated!
R: I can hear you screaming in disappointment and even Alfred is getting concerned for you so shut the fuck up.
J: I have been left out! How can I shut the fuck up?
R: fine then. I'm coming to tape your mouth shut.
J: don't you dare, Dickybird.
R: then do us all a favor and stop making such a lot of noise.
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J: where is Babybird though?
R: he disappeared with his girlfriend last night.
J: and he hasn't been back yet?
R: nope.
J: does the press know where they are?
R: Timmy really pulled a number on everyone because absolutely no one knows where they are.
J: well they can't be at Luthor Mansion.
R: exactly.
J: can you not figure out?
R: tell you what, Jay, just leave them be. They need some time to themselves which hasn't been possible due to all the ruckus the press has been creating.
J: I know...
J: but he could have at least told me.
J: also the two stole away all my spotlight.
R: oh no, you and Helena have been in the news too.
R: but you didn't end up with a front page shot.
J: that sucks, man.
J: but this picture is lovely though.
R: just one question, where did you get that bow tie from? You weren't wearing it earlier.
J: my girlfriend gave me a present and I couldn't refuse.
R: you know what, you two are truly soulmates.
J: aw thank you.
R: because the presents you both give are absolutely random.
J: take that back right now, Dick, I'm warning you.
R: or else?
J: just you wait and see.
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