Eighteenth shot at a hot date // Locked to Lois Lane // And backdated a tad

[eatshootsnleves.livejournal.com]

[Roy would be pretty visible, halfway to the back at that table for two, even if he hadn't just stood up when Lois walked in. He's made a command decision to just roll with the surreality for the night, which is why he's giving in to the mischievous impulse to act like a gentleman - or at least act like Ollie - and pull out her chair.]

Evening. Find the place okay?

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[loisfuckinglane.livejournal.com]

Meaning the fact that I've been here before and got my golden ticket out, or just in general?

[eatshootsnleves.livejournal.com]

In general, I should think.

But we're back to your future, here.

[Oh hey, is that the food? Distraction!]

[loisfuckinglane.livejournal.com]

I guess it's kind of a hard subject to avoid.

[Oh yes, food. Nom nom nom.]

So how about you pick the topic this time?

[eatshootsnleves.livejournal.com]

[Hmmmmmm.

Well, she asked for it.]

How'd you meet Ollie? I don't actually know much about his more or less recent exploits.

[loisfuckinglane.livejournal.com]

We... dated. For a short time. Actually.

[eatshootsnleves.livejournal.com]

[... Manages to only give a short cough.]

Oh.

[loisfuckinglane.livejournal.com]

It's alright, it was a few years ago. We've worked things out.

[eatshootsnleves.livejournal.com]

... What'd he do?

[loisfuckinglane.livejournal.com]

It... wasn't like that, really. It was more of what he didn't do, I guess.

[eatshootsnleves.livejournal.com]

[Shrug! The answer wasn't a simple 'he cheated on me, the lying bastard' so.] Hey, I hear ya.

But then you've known about him for awhile. [Why didn't you report him, reporter?]

[loisfuckinglane.livejournal.com]

Not... exactly.



Which was part of the problem.

[eatshootsnleves.livejournal.com]

. . . Oh.


And it wasn't... completely obvious?

[loisfuckinglane.livejournal.com]

I had my suspicions. But he went sort of above and beyond to convince me it wasn't true.

[eatshootsnleves.livejournal.com]

... Yeahhhh, that's true to form. [Eyeroll] Secret identities. More trouble than they're worth.

[loisfuckinglane.livejournal.com]

I used to sort of be the chairperson for that particular opinion society, but I guess I've come to... see both sides a little clearer.

[eatshootsnleves.livejournal.com]

Mmm. [Pause. Let him eat for a bit.]

... Depends on the person, too, I gotta be fair. [Offhand] Take the Bats for instance.

[loisfuckinglane.livejournal.com]

I honestly don't know very much about them.

[eatshootsnleves.livejournal.com]

And if they have their way, you never will. [Huff.] Justifiably.

If any one of them unmasked, in Gotham in public, a hell of a lot of innocent people would die.

... Me, I was just... never that important.

[loisfuckinglane.livejournal.com]

Maybe that's not looking at it right. Maybe a certain degree of anonymity even behind the secret identity was a good thing if it keeps people out of danger.

[eatshootsnleves.livejournal.com]

Well, for people like Ollie that was also never an option. Rich playboys from the start and all that.

Not so true for us youngsters.

[loisfuckinglane.livejournal.com]

It seems like that would afford you a certain freedom of movement they don't have.

[eatshootsnleves.livejournal.com]

[... Thinks about this!]

Some of us! Sure. Me and Robin probably handicapped ourselves, in different ways. But many the rest managed very successful unmasked lives. [Perks up] One's a fashion model.

[loisfuckinglane.livejournal.com]

That seems an odd career jump, but maybe not, considering some of the costumes I've heard about.

[eatshootsnleves.livejournal.com]

Well, one thing about this job - you do end up on a lotta front pages. And you end up meeting a fair number of very interesting people.

[Raises his eyebrow and ducks his head at Lois for that. Hi.]

[loisfuckinglane.livejournal.com]

[Smirk.] But the hours gotta suck.