Tim turns to where she points, immediately pulling a face. Why are there fluffy jackets. It's summer. More specifically, it's-- well, anyway.
"Sorry, who? The Midnight Detective?" And here he had been, a fool, fantasizing about '40s noir flicks and lamenting the gross lack of Green Lantern or Booster Gold graphic tees. Tim shoots Meredith a pleading sort of look. He knows he's being a pain, but being a pain in someone's side is a good distraction.
He's only somewhat sorry.
"Who's his arch nemesis? Le Femme Fatale? Blackjack? Poker Face?"
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"Sorry, who? The Midnight Detective?" And here he had been, a fool, fantasizing about '40s noir flicks and lamenting the gross lack of Green Lantern or Booster Gold graphic tees. Tim shoots Meredith a pleading sort of look. He knows he's being a pain, but being a pain in someone's side is a good distraction.
He's only somewhat sorry.
"Who's his arch nemesis? Le Femme Fatale? Blackjack? Poker Face?"