"You know anything about this new guy coming on? He's some kind of boy genius." Jess shook her head, thinking that every supposed "boy genius" she'd met in this business had turned out to be either an incoherent geek or a complete flake. Brains *and* stability would be a nice change, but probably too much to hope for. "Another one?" she said lightly. "I hear this one's different," he said with a glance down the corridor. "He's got degrees in criminology and criminal psych, blew through Quantico in record time. And I heard..." his voice lowered and she leaned forward instinctively to catch his next words. "He used to be a mask." *** automatically checked his hands for a ring and saw none, not even a tan line. "I'm Tim Drake," he said, turning to her and extending his hand. "Jess xx," she replied, "welcome to the X-Files." *** The name was a joke, of course, drawn from inevitable comparisons with the old tv show about investigators who tried to find answers to unexplained case files. Except for the [], the answers weren't as much paranormal as metahuman...though the distinction blurred in the case of magic-based metas. They were profilers and investigators and federal officers when they had to be. *** "I wanted to recruit you for the DEO, you know." "I know, Ms. Chase. But all due respect, I think the DEO " "Your decision, of course, Mr. Drake." She smirked. "Or do you prefer Ro--" "I don't," he said quietly but firmly. "I left that life behind years ago." "Have you?" Cameron flipped through the overstuffed file folder on her desk, almost entirely for show. She'd virtually memorized its contents. "You still have contacts with nearly every active hero group: the JLA, JSA, Titans, Outsiders, even Young Justice and the Young All-Stars. Your personal life is closely, even *intimately* associated with known masks. Your friends, your girlfriend...." "You've been keeping tabs," Tim said mildly, seemingly without rancor. A far cry from the encounters she'd had with his former mentor. "It's my job," she replied.