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Gwen, Jack, it'll be just the two of you at the New Brew for the next few days. I'm trying the next stage of my physical therapy, and it's probably going to leave me too tired to be up during the afternoon, even wired on espresso.

On the plus side, after that I should be up for good.

In celebration of getting off crutches and braces, I'm going to go dancing, just as soon as I feel up to it. Anyone want to come with me?

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Effective immediately I'm resuming my patrol routes. Batgirl, Supergirl, I'm sure neither of you would admit needing or wanting time off, but at least with me carrying my own weight you should be able to call it a night by 2 or 3 AM instead of 4 or 6. I'll be taking it easy at first, but I've been up on the rooftops on my own time a couple different times now, and it's been working pretty well.

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Everything all right?

Just expecting my exercise regimen to keep me worn out, that's all. Besides, it's past time.

[Sorry she's just stuck on one thing.]

You can dance?

It's like my feet don't even touch the ground. Ask Kate.

No need. You'll show me. When are you going?

Tomorrow night, maybe? Unless you can't wait.

Really, really can't. Where should we meet?

Two blocks past the Italian restaurant we went to, and one up. Eight o'clock?

I'll be there. Bring... your dancing shoes.

[Someone watches way, way too much television. But she will be there waiting for him, clearly looking eager to see him on the dance floor.

She's expecting it to be very funny.]

[It's been a while since Tim's brought his tux out of the closet, but it doesn't take him long to change, and it's easier than ever to slip out the window after dusk and make his way down to the club over the rooftops. He does, in fact, bring his dancing shoes, and he drops down into the alleyway just off of the club, ignoring a necking couple with the ghost of a smile and pausing just before he steps into Cass's view, nostrils flaring as a cascade of thoughts occurs to him.

The moment she sees him, she'll know something has changed. Body language, posture, gait: all will indicate he's as healthy as he's ever been, far more than since she's seen him last.

But she may not know what that means. Well. It will make for an interesting game. He steps forward, into the halo of the streetlamps.]

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[At first, she's mostly just surprised by the fact that he's so dressed up. That alone makes him look different, even though it's not exactly a new sight it's still an uncommon one.

But it's his body that's the distracting thing. It's almost like he's wearing the skin of someone else but settled into it so well it's become his own, some new power that he's taken to and bent to his will. So she stares at him, eyes scanning him from head to toe and back again before she meets his eyes again. She needs to see him move more to get more answers, so she'll just play it normal for now.]

Should have told me... you were dressing up.

[She looks down at what she's wearing, just a pair of jeans and a black long sleeve shirt, nothing at all matching him. She's not even close, but at least she's wearing a pair of boots instead of sneakers.]

They accessorize with my dancing shoes.

[He walks closer, moving smoothly and casually until he's just within reach of her, not too close to be unusual. It's an indicator of trust, of ease - and meant to put her at hers.]

You look good. Were you going to dance, too? Or just... watch, and laugh if I mess up?

[His voice is every bit as confident and relaxed.]

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