[ Please note: This thread is in reference to this post and will be going on as if Tim happened to be nearby and overhear Kate’s comparison of Dick being the city’s Paris Hilton. ]
One of few things Dick would have never expected to be called was the Paris Hilton of Gotham. Or at least hoped not in his face. Yes, he’s technically very similar to the hotel heiress—ok maybe not technically, maybe he is incredibly similar to her. And maybe society’s double standards has caused himself to view his acts differently, or perhaps it’s the fact that his relations and hers seem to vary differently…regardless as to why he never expected this, he just never thought it would be a ‘title’ he’d be given. And least of all, not in front of any member of his family.
Moments ago, Dick had just been in the pool, relaxing and spending his time with his younger brother, Tim. Now, he’s kind of hoping that Tim hadn’t either heard the conversation or didn’t understand the implications the ‘title’ comes with. Either way, the older of the two attempts to act as if nothing’s happened despite how it had shocked him.
[Yes, consider this my whimper of an announcement that I am back.]
At first, all he could hear was the echo of the water splash as he kicked fiercely in time with each stroke. After swimming a few more laps, he finally flipped onto his back, floating lazily as he stared at the ceiling tiles. Keen blue eyes counted the number of tiles his arms moved in a lazy circle, guiding him through the water until he reached the wall. The cool air kissed his exposed skin, which was sleek with water as the droplets dripped off his tousled up hair. Pushing his hair back from his face, Tim rested an arm on the ledge of the pool and pulled himself halfway out, wiping his face with his hand as he blinked and got the chlorine laced water out of his eyes.
It took a moment for him to recognize the voice that echoed in the pool area. Turning his head in interest, he scanned the area until he spotted his adopted brother’s familiar back… and the woman he was talking to. Hearing parts of the conversation, he rested his chin on his arm and quirked a smile as he waited for the woman to walk away. Tim had never the type to follow celebrity gossip, he had never been interested in any of that. However, given what he had picked up from time to time, even he knew that the comparison had its negative connotations. Though Dick seemed to carry on just fine, there was just enough awkwardness in the air to indicate that he was still caught off-guard. “Paris Hilton?” he repeated with a raised eyebrow when the lady was out of earshot.