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“Cassie!”
“No, Kon”
“But it could be great!”
“It could also end in destruction!”
“I mean, isn’t that kind of our specialty anyway?” Tim interjects before Kon can say anything else.
Cassie rounds on him with a stormy expression that says she doesn’t appreciate the interruption, but Tim’s known her too long for it to have any effect.
“Tim’s right! I mean, your dad’s the king, right? So what’s the worst that can happen?”
This time, the entire team groans.
“Bart, why would you jinx us like that?” Kon demands, running a hand down his face in exasperation.
Cassie nods “Agreed. Now I can’t let you come along”
“But Cassie” Both Kon and Bart whine as Tim exchanges a glance with her. This isn’t gonna stop. And seeing as they followed Tim into Gotham during No-Man’s land of all places?
Tim stares at Cassie’s head and gives a look that says “We’re not getting out of this”
Cassie doesn’t even look over, but the look doesn’t go to waste as she sighs, drops her head down into her hands with a whine.
“Fine!”
A cheer erupts from Kon and Bart at once before Cassie once again holds up a hand, gesturing for them to wait.
“But” She emphasizes “I get to choose your outfits.
“Now that’s just mean, Cass”
“That’s my price. Tim can help”
“Cassie!”
Tim and Cass go through Kon and Bart’s wardrobes like they don’t already know exactly what’s in there.
Kon’s closet is black and blue with spikes and chains on one side. Plaid, red and black on the other side, with soft collars and hoodies. Normal farm-boy clothing and his actual taste in clothing divided into a closet. Once, his Superboy suit would have hung in the middle before Tim threw a fit and got him to move it behind the closet at the very least.
Bart’s closet, meanwhile, isn’t nearly that neat. Clothing of all colours and seasons and types everywhere. Cassie and Tim go through a wardrobe that’s nearly empty, a dresser that’s clearly overflowing with clothes and a chair that’s not even recognizable as such until you pull the jackets off of it. There’s sequins and neon and all the colours of the rainbow. A few pairs of dress pants, one that’s been slashed to pieces for the “Aesthetic”.
Neither of them have anything that either Tim or Cassie deem appropriate for the meeting they’d begged to come to.
Though Tim and Cassie obviously also have a difference of opinion regarding what’s acceptable, he realizes as he starts to ask Kon and Bart’s jacket sizes for some formal wear.
“They’re Olympians. We’re wearing armour”
“This is a meeting, Cass. And it’ll be a first impression for the three of us. Best to dress professionally. And it’s not like Kon needs armour anyway”
“I hate armour”
“We know, Bart”
“It’s traditional, Tim” Cassie says with a glare, as Tim raises an eyebrow at her.
He doesn’t argue, cause it is traditional but “Showing up with weapons and armour doesn’t generally give the best impression, Cass”
Cassie winces, knowing that’s true for a fact and knowing that’s why she isn’t often picked for the diplomatic team. Hard to disarm if your whole body is a weapon.
“How about a compromise?” Bart asks, and Tim can hear the crunching of potato chips behind him despite the fact that there were no potato chips in the room a moment ago “Some clothes and some armour. Like that ceremonial armour that people sometimes wear”
Cassie and Tim turn to look at him as one.
Bart’s splayed across his own bed with his hair flared out like a halo around his head. He doesn’t look up from where he’s staring intently at a single potato chip in silence.
Tim turns to Cassie. Cassie turns to Tim and they both nod “Acceptable” they chorus.
Tim then starts planning clothing arrangements and colour schemes while Cassie pulls out her phone and starts speaking in ancient Greek into it at a rapid enough pace that even Tim can’t follow.
That reminds him…
“How’s your ancient Greek?” He asks into the room. Cassie doesn’t answer, both because she wasn’t the person Tim was asking and also because she’s on the phone. Currently speaking ancient Greek.
Kon blinks at him from under a pile of jackets and dresses, piled around him like a shell from where Tim and Cassie had torn through.
A moment later, the entire pile shifts and lifts, breaking open like an egg to let Kon stand up in the middle of it.
“I mean, we’ve been friends with Cassie for a while. It’s not hard to pick up a few things” Kon says with a blink “And my memory isn’t terrible”
Bart’s gone next to him. A trail of yellow streaks the only evidence that he was there to begin with.
Tim sighs and waits. As patiently as he can.
A moment later, Bart reappears in a wash of sparks and wing, speaking rapid-fire ancient Greek at almost the same pace Cassie does.
“Great” Tim interrupts “I’m a bit rusty and Bart’s pronunciation is the worst thing I’ve ever heard so we’re gonna practice”
“Awwww”
-
It’s several hours later, and the entire team is in Wayne manor. They’d arrived with enough noise and fanfare that even Bruce seems to be avoiding them. But Alfred had taken one look at Tim when he asked for a measuring tape and declined to offer him one.
So now, each member of the team is standing on a soap-box as Alfred takes all the measurements that he can probably think of. And Tim’s quizzing ancient Greek as Cassie corrects his little mistakes.
“Master Tim” Alfred interrupts right as Bart’s about to launch into an tangent about how he’s “Been to Greece” And how “This is nothing like what the dictionaries say it’s like”
“Yes, Alfred?” Tim asks with a winning smile as Konn steps off the platform, only for Bart to appear there a second later, already fiddling with the measuring tape in Alfred’s hands.
Alfred doesn’t seem all that bothered by it “May I ask what these preparations are for? And the measurements?”
Tim makes a so-so motion with his hand “It’s Young Justice business, Alf”
There’s an expression of barely hidden distaste on Alfred’s face as he says it. And Tim knows he doesn’t mean any offense. But Alfred’s probably the person that knows the most about the team and what they got up to back when they were small and unsupervised.
“It’s Young Just Us” Bart corrects, like he still does, but it’s resigned.
“Please ensure that all national monuments are kept intact and that all government agencies are brought to the law in an effective manner” Alfred says offhandedly before he winces “And that you inform someone before leaving the country, and yes that does include leaving the stratosphere, Master Allen”
Bart pouts but the team nods in agreement as one. And some of the tension leaves Alfred’s shoulders.
“Thank you for the reassurance”
Kon tilts his head at Tim, asking him without words if this counts.
Tim thinks for a moment.
Well, they aren’t entering another country’s borders. Olympus is too high for that.
But not high enough to count as stratosphere.
There will be no…modern national monuments. And no government agencies. Or Governments in general. And Alfred didn’t say anything about gods.
Tim shrugs with a small smile. Saying nothing. Kon just rolls his eyes.
“Bye Alfred. I’ll see you in potentially a few hours to a few days” Tim says as they leave the room, hearing Alfred’s sigh echo behind them.
-
The armour seems to fit relatively well for how rushed it was.
“Themysciran blacksmiths are no joke” Cassie says as she adjusts her new bracers to reflect the light.
Everything’s shiny. Horribly impractical, Tim notes in the back of his head. Detailed to a point where Tim feels bad about wearing it at all. Let alone to battle.
But that’s part of the point, Tim knows.
A compromise.
The semi-formal dress blends well enough with the armour of Tim’s own outfit that he doesn’t feel completely out of place.
And none of them match.
Kon’s in dark blue that’s just too dark to be super-coloured but accented with silver as it is, he looks almost like a knight in tournament gear. The fabric is light enough that he keeps shifting it with his TTK almost subconsciously but it’s weighed down by bits of silver plate.
Meanwhile, Bart’s red is saturated enough that Tim sees it no matter where he’s looking, and the golden accents are subtle. Cassie had to fight him not to make them lightning-bolt shaped. Given that Bart, Kon, Cassie and Tim all have a claim to the colour red, it was a fierce battle of rock paper scissors for the right to have the colour at all. Cassie just straight up refused to let him have lightning bolts too.
Cassie had been left with gold, bright and shining. It fits her, Tim thinks, even as he kind of has to squint to look at her in the sun. But given that Duke’s his brother, that’s nothing new. The gold armour is surrounded with leather in places that need flexibility. It looks a bit warm to Tim, but that may be his Gotham heart talking.
Speaking of Tim, yellow was taken by Cassie. Red was taken by Bart. That pretty much left him with green, which he isn’t really that upset about. He still acts like it does because it’s the principle of the thing. And also because Tim’s fairly certain Bart cheated at Rock paper scissors. But the green looks good, he thinks. Green velvet-like fabric flowing down his arms, green stained leather reinforcing places where it won’t affect his movement.
Tim has the thought that they look like a DND party and starts to crack up as he thinks about Cassie as a paladin.
The others don’t even look at him, though Bart does lift a middle finger in his direction, despite the fact that they have no idea what he’s thinking about.
“Ignoring the gremlin in human form. We’re ready. We’re willing. We’re going” Cassie states with a voice like she’s going into battle.