Windy gulped as she realized what she said out loud. "Oh. A-aye, Crystal... Or wul ye rather Ms. VanderMoss?" She trailed after, just staying behind Crystal. "I cannae help it, ye were me first..." Windy chuckled in spite of herself. "Heh. Everything, actch'ly." She admitted with a blush. In a different universe, she might have found a way to stay with Crystal... And told her who she was.<br/><br/>When Crystal locked them both in the confines of the small bathroom, Windy let out an audible gulp, before relaxing.<i>It's Chrissy, MacEnroe! Not like anythin'll happen ye two haen't already done!</i>She watched Crystal hop on the counter as she began unzipping her dress. "Why wul-die be aft t' mindin'?" She cocked an eyebrow, wearing a smirk. "Ye've nae changed..." she looked at the short hair with strawberry color, "too much." She stood in her bra and panties, plain cotton briefs and regular fabric bra... Pink of course... And opened the bag she had set on the counter. Alfred had picked a shirt that looked tie-dyed by some modern splotch artist and a pair of faded blue jeans stained by school chemicals. Windy loved irony as much as the next person, but this took the cake. "Ach, Alfred..." she chuckled aloud, before blushing, looking at Crystal and biting her lip. "Dad's makin' me stay wit' Mr. Wayne... Noticed yer new... Well, to me... Hairdo. Tryin' t' be me twin arr ye?" She teased in a flirty way. "Can't see how it's nae workin' fer ye. I'm beatin' girls AN' boys off!" Slight exaggeration. Windy had had nothing but failed relationships ACV.* She was right about her short hair being the attraction bait, though. "Haven been in a decent relationship since ye came here, though." The only thing she'd ever hidden from Crystal was her hero identity. She found herself even now admitting things she wouldn't anyone else. She finished dressing and looked at Crystal. "Except for crushin' on me ex, who's me immediate super... An' th' owner o' the company; nae e'en a prospect." Tongue was so firmly in cheek for the last five words that it could be mistaken as a joke if Windy wasn't well known by the one she was talking to. "Oh. One more prospect... Batman." Because what Gothamite not fully lesbian<u>didn't</u>have a crush on the Dark Knight Detective?<br/><br/>(*-After Crystal VanderMoss)