"...med student, actually. I am very interested in the mind, but the physiological effects of psychological trauma is of great interest to me." J'anna didn't fake a story about herself. The press had been very observant of things and J'anna knew full well that before they even left the party tonight, she'd be all over TMZ as Tim Drake's new girl and the gossip hounds would want to know all about her. Fifteen minutes of fame coming right up and as people asked about her in the small talk they often make, J'anna offered truths as she stayed by Tim's side. Each of his dedicated gazes is met with an adoring smile. Her body is often pressed to his and her eyes are bright with a soft adoration.
That's real, too, though she knows he is unaware that for her, he really is the only man in the room.
The circulation is easy, as is eliminating two of the marks for the night. Neither of them had anything errant going on in their minds. As they made it around the room, though, J'anna started picking up thoughts from the curator. Weapons? J'anna very gently pressed her lips to Tim's. It wasn't on the list of alerts, but she was confident he'd get that she had a hit on something. As she pulled back, her eyes stared directly into his.
"Have I told you how wonderful you look tonight? An absolute work of art."
He'd figure out who she'd picked up on. She knew he would.
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