Tim Drake, Connor Hawke, and a Slip-N-Slide, for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Feb. 27th, 2007 01:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
caiusbackupIt was August at Titans' Tower, 90 degrees in the shade, and no supervillains were attacking at the moment, so it was time for SLIP-N-SLIDE!
Most of the Titans were rushing headlong down into the spray, tackling, pushing and shoving each other down the hill. Even Vic had allowed Gar to haul him into the fun, after only a token protest about his mechanical parts.
Tim, however, remained dry and on watch, and Connor, who'd come with Mia for the weekend, sat Zen-like next to him in the shade.
"She looks like she's doing well," commented Connor, as Mia splashed Cassie, who slid into Bart, who lost traction and slid into *everyone*, the whole team descending into a happy brawl.
Tim smiled, just slightly. "Yes. She's been quite useful, the last few missions."
"And there hasn't been a problem with her, well, HIV status? I don't want to make things worse by making a deal of it, but my father wanted to make sure I asked."
"She's been healthy so far. And, well." He gestured. "I think you can tell that no one's worried about catching it from casual contact. We've had to be careful on the battlefield, though."
"Okay," said Connor. There was a pause. "Sure you don't want to join in? I can do monitor duty for you if you want."
"No, no, I'm okay."
Another minute or so later. "I don't know that it'll stay your choice," Connor commented with a grin.
Neither of them put up much resistance to the horde of wet Titans. Little dignity was possible after the initial onslaught in any case.
Most of the Titans were rushing headlong down into the spray, tackling, pushing and shoving each other down the hill. Even Vic had allowed Gar to haul him into the fun, after only a token protest about his mechanical parts.
Tim, however, remained dry and on watch, and Connor, who'd come with Mia for the weekend, sat Zen-like next to him in the shade.
"She looks like she's doing well," commented Connor, as Mia splashed Cassie, who slid into Bart, who lost traction and slid into *everyone*, the whole team descending into a happy brawl.
Tim smiled, just slightly. "Yes. She's been quite useful, the last few missions."
"And there hasn't been a problem with her, well, HIV status? I don't want to make things worse by making a deal of it, but my father wanted to make sure I asked."
"She's been healthy so far. And, well." He gestured. "I think you can tell that no one's worried about catching it from casual contact. We've had to be careful on the battlefield, though."
"Okay," said Connor. There was a pause. "Sure you don't want to join in? I can do monitor duty for you if you want."
"No, no, I'm okay."
Another minute or so later. "I don't know that it'll stay your choice," Connor commented with a grin.
Neither of them put up much resistance to the horde of wet Titans. Little dignity was possible after the initial onslaught in any case.
