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03/21/2019 02:28 PM 

Sentimentality: A Drabble

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Stephanie Brown had long lost touch of her high school friends.
They were the kids for the wrong side of the tracks, the ’alternative, punk scene losers’, the ’bad influences’.
They were just misunderstood. They never did anything too bad.
But Batgirl had kept an eye on them. Kept them safe.
If they started walking down the wrong path, towards the gangs and violence, Batgirl would spook them straight.
Well, straight enough.
She even kept the hangouts clear of gang activity.
The Bat may have caught on to her little act of sentimentality some time back, but had yet to say a word about it, likely because she hadn't reinserted herself into their lives.
Stephanie wasn't even sure she still even had their numbers in her phone.
Tonight, on patrol, she swung by, just to check in on them.
It was lucky she did.
She saw some old faces trying to cause trouble.
The Sprang Bridge Soldiers were trying to expand territory, pushing people around, including some of the people she once called friends.
The last time she saw them was a few years ago, when she was Spoiler, and took them down with Tim, when he was Robin. Normally she'd scope them out a bit more, wait to strike, but she vaguely remembered them being pushovers.
So she struck.
"Everything doesn't have to be about fear. There's room in our line of work for hope, too."
Swooping in with a double barrel drop kick to the back of the leader, she wiped them out swiftly. A lot faster than she expected, really. Quick kicks, sharp strikes. Taking them down, she restrained them with zipties.
Looking up, she had noticed the ’alternative, punk scene losers’ had scattered, knowing the GCPD would be on the way.
Repositioning to an overlooking rooftop, she waited for the Sprang Bridge Soldiers kids to get picked up.
Then waited for the scattered kids to return. Relocating, she drew her binoculars to just check them, when she noticed it, on the back wall, beneath the overpass.
Among the graffiti, was a mural of a blonde haired, purple wearing Batgirl, swooping in to save them.
Lowering the binoculars, she wipes her face. A bug must have flown into her eye.
"I'm almost fifty percent sure nothing could go wrong."Stephanie Brownwww.aniroleplay.com/DorkKnight

03/20/2019 02:46 PM 

A 'Day' in the Life: Full

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Friday- 6:45am Coffees: 0
BeepBeepBeepBe-

Slapping her hand down on the flashing screen of her phone, flicking her thumb across the screen the silence the alarm, Stephanie slowly opened her eyes, rolling from her stomach to her side, blinking slowly, building up the drive to get out of bed. She knew that if she didn't do it herself in the next five minutes, Alfred would come in, rip open the blackout curtains, and strip back the covers like her mother would have (she regretted ever telling him about that), which she really didn't need him doing, especially not when Bruce was back.
Sitting up, elbows on her knees, rubbing her eyes, she heard the door open. She must have been laying there for longer than she thought. Here he was.
Snatching up a pillow from behind her Stephanie flung it half heartedly across the room at the door.

“Don't you even, Alfred. I'm up…”

“Very well, Miss Stephanie. You might wish to get a move on. Master Timothy is in the kitchen, you won't have any coffee left if you aren't careful.”

He caught the pillow with little effort, crossed into the room and began making the bed, as the blonde scrambled out of it at the mention of the caffeine fiend Tim Drake, trailed down to the kitchen by her four legged shadow, Ace.
Reaching the kitchen, and seeing it was empty, with a full pot of coffee, a mug already poured for her, next to a plate of waffles, fruit, and bacon, she scowled, slowly slid onto to stool, picked up the cutlery laid out for her, and began to eat, grumbling to herself, Alfred setting her phone next to her as he returned several minutes later.

“That's cruel and unusual, Al. What did I ever do to you to deserve that?”

Stephanie asks, food packed into her cheek. Answering her deadpan, Alfred's response came quickly, staring her dead in the face.

“Glitter. I find it everywhere, Miss Stephanie, and I know it's your doing.”

With a slow, guilty grin, she says nothing, shrugs a shoulder, and continues eating. After several minutes of silence, Alfred raises a brow.

“I assume you're going ahead with your plan for the weekend?”

Pausing, fork at her lips, Steph picked up a piece of bacon, holding it out to Ace, who lightly took it from her, before returning her gaze to Alfred, grinning brightly.

“You betcha, buster! It's gonna be the first of a long line of test runs, but we might as well start somewhere. A full weekend can be a small test. I need to learn where my limits are, and how much further I can go past them.”

“You remind me so much of him sometimes…”

“Yeah, well, Bruce never needs to hear either of us talk like that, so we will never speak of this again. I'm only good for shenanigans and glitter, not real bat talk, ok?”

She grins into her coffee mug, earning a small smile and a shake of the head from the Englishman, before she stood and took her dishes to the sink, turning and heading back upstairs, to get ready for the day, and the weekend ahead.


Friday- 8:30am Coffees: 2
Having gathered her book bag, her suit bag, and a bag with street clothes, and other necessities, just in case, phone and travel mug of coffee bundled into her arms as she rushed down the stairs from the manor to the batcave, across the floor to the Compact, unlocking it remotely, throwing the bags into the back, almost losing grip on the coffee mug as she did.
How was she running late? Easy. She got distracted by trying to sort out her hair. If not properly maintained, it could easily become a puffball of blonde frizz. She spent far too long trying to work out what to do with it, whether she should cut it all short again, and instead gave up and straightened it, which in itself, took about an hour.
So here she was. Grumbling about the fact that she would have cowl hair in a few hours anyway.


Friday- 9:10am Coffees: 2 and a sip
Using the Bat made shortcuts through the city probably constituted as cheating, however, considering she was still late, it hardly counted. Zipping into a parking space in the student lot, Steph took enough time to make sure she grabbed the right bag, before sprinting across campus, slipping into the room with a weak wave to the professor, and dropping into a seat next to Jordanna, sinking down as low as possible.

“You can't ever do anything normally, can you, Freak?”

Her classmate hisses at her, causing Stephanie to roll her eyes, slowly sit up, dig a notepad and pen from her book bag, and mutter under her breath.

“If it weren't for me, you'd be hexed right now. Why'd I stop Klarion again…?”

"Everything doesn't have to be about fear. There's room in our line of work for hope, too."
Friday- 4:30pm Coffees: 3, working on 4th
She made it through the day, on three hours sleep. She didn't fall asleep in any of her classes, she took notes, she hardly even doodled. It was what one could call a productive day, even.
Now the real test began. Slowly walking through the emptying carpark, book bag hooked over her shoulder, running through the logistics of her plans for the weekend, she chewed at her lower lip. It was gonna suck, especially if she got into any trouble, but most the heavy hitters were still away in Arkham, so she should be good, what was th-

‘Don't even finish that thought, Stephanie Brown. You know what happens when you do that.’

Snapped from her thoughts by footsteps coming up along her side, causing her to glance over her shoulder to see Francisco trotting up to her, Jordanna trailing behind him. Seeing he had her attention, he waved, and spoke, stuffing his hands into his pockets, Steph sipped her coffee.

“Hey, Steph, a bunch of us were gonna go to the street fair over the weekend, did you wanna come with?”

A flicker of a frown formed on Steph’s face, as she stopped walking, turning, tilting her head slightly.

“I-”

“As friends. Just to clarify. That looks like a conflicted face.”

“What? Oh. No, I mean, I didn't think-did you-I'm busy with family stuff all weekend, is all. But thanks anyway.”

Jordanna, having caught up by now, huffs, folding her arms.

“It's always family stuff. Isn't your dad, like, a dead criminal, and you're an only child? What family stuff? Just stop inviting her to stuff, Francisco.”

Letting out a slow sigh, Stephanie tucked her hand into her pocket and shugged.

“If you must know, Jordanna, it's stuff with my boyfriend's family, alright? You happy now? I'll see you Monday.”

Before turning and walking away, waving over her shoulder.

“Wait, Steph has a boyfriend?”

She heard Jordanna ask Fransisco behind her as she climbed into her car, shutting the door with a solid thunk, shaking her head with a small smirk of amusement.

’Good luck finding anything on the internet, Jordanna.’

She thought before pulling out of the parking lot, and heading towards the city.


Friday- 10pm Coffees: 4
Having already done a patrol of the city, stopped several petty crimes, Batgirl sat atop GCPD headquarters, under the unlit Bat Signal, checking her phone. She had an unread message from Fransisco that she would deal with when she wasn't Batgirl, and the one she was expecting. One from Officer Luca Weimann, one of her allies on the force.
Luca: Coffee coming up, Blondie. Usual place?

Me: You know it. I won't even spook you this time.🦇

It wasn't long before Luca poked his head out of the roof access door wearily, as if he didn't trust the Batgirls word, like he had been fooled by it before, and truth be told, he had. However, she sat, watching him with a bored expression, legs folded indian style, cape draped around her shoulders, sitting in plain sight.

“I didn't lie to you, you know…”

She says flatly, shaking a green party sized bag of Skittles, their weekly exchange. Sugar for caffeine, and chat for as long as they could get away with it.

“This time. You didn't lie this time. You lie so much. Like, all the time.”

Luca crossed and sat next to her, handing her a paper coffee cup roughly the size of her head, taking the candy. Batgirl rolled her eyes and sipped the coffee, murmuring happily. The suit may have been insulated, but her face still got cold.

“I figured you'd still be sour over finding out about the dating situation through the grapevine, but honestly, no one outside the family was meant to know. It sort of puts a target on me. But… it just happened.”

“Nah, nuh-uh. Don’t you be tryin’ to use puns to try to sweet talk your way outta this one.”

She grinned and pointed at him.

“Got ya. You punned. Haha. Can't be mad at me.”

By now, they were both laughing, and Luca shook his head.

“Damn, Blondie. Alright, alright. As long as you're happy, that's what matters, right?”

She snorted, and lightly elbowed him.

“Have you ever seen me not happy?”

“I mean, I've seen the ‘autopsy’ photos of you Gage has, that’s not exactly what I would call happy, he's still got that file, y’know. He's waiting for the time to strike, I think…”

Narrowing her eyes, she sips her coffee quietly, running over several options, considering taking the damn file.

“Currently, he's under the impression that if he messes with Stephanie Brown, he'd be putting a Robin in danger, and the Bat would be paying him a visit. He almost wet himself when I told him that. But once he works out the Bats been out of town for a while he might try to drop it. I can only do so much on my own.”

“...You've gotten a lot more vicious in your takedowns since around Christmas, that's to make people think he's still in town, huh?”

Stephanie says nothing, again, her attention on her coffee, but it was true, and she didn't feel the least bit bad about it.
A faint click in her ear as a comms line opened, causing her to snap to attention, and Alfred's voice sounded.

“Sorry to interrupt, Batgirl, there is a riot at Blackgate. As you are at the Bat Signal, I thought perhaps you could save them the trouble of lighting it. I will send the Batwing to pick you up.”

“Lucky me, I’m moving up in the world…”

She mutters, getting to her feet as Luca looks on, confused.

“What..”

“Riot at Blackgate, was just alerted. Let the Commish know when he comes up I'm already on it. Same time next week?”

“Uh-yeah, same time next week… God, I'm never gonna get used to how casual you are about how crazy this all is… you Bats are nuts.”

Catching a glimpse of the Batwing, Steph knew what her next move was.

“No Luca, we're Batty, c'mon now.”

Before stepping off the side of the building, and onto the wing on the plane, moving quickly, off to Blackgate.

"I'm almost fifty percent sure nothing could go wrong."Stephanie Brownwww.aniroleplay.com/DorkKnight
attention: | mentions: Day in the Life pt 2www.aniroleplay.com/DorkKnight
Saturday- 2:30am Coffees:7
It wasn't the trip that took the time getting to Blackgate. It was getting everyone back under control. It wasn't as bad as the last riot she dropped in for. No costumed meta humans, and no Black Mercy coma this time, but she would still have to deal with her father, once everyone else was back in their cells.
The inmates were trouble, and Stephanie reminded them all very quickly that while she may have been a five foot, five inch tall, hundred and twenty pound young woman, she was also a bat, and she was likely the reason a lot of them got caught in the first place, she was not to be taken lightly.
Once everyone was rounded back up, returned to their cells with a few extra bumps and bruises, Batgirl checked in with the guards, before sighing heavily, and heading to the only closed cell during the riot, her father's.
Yes, Arthur Brown was, in fact alive, and in Gotham. In Blackgate, as a matter of fact, under the name Aaron Black, thanks to the Suicide Squad.
Stephanie presumed that he was the mastermind behind the riot, and hid away to avoid harm.

'Coward’

She thought as she wiped the corner of her mouth clean of blood, using her bo staff to nudge the still unlocked door open from a foot back, which was just as well, as a flash of movement flicked down toward the staff and clattered off it.
A shiv.
Stepping forward, kicking the door and grabbing the offending wrist, as well as the collar of the prison jumpsuit, Batgirl dragged 'Aaron Black’ across the floor to his bed, shoving him to a seated position, and roughly disarming him, tossing it over her shoulder with disdain.

“A prison shiv, dad? Really?”

“Well, to be fair, I wasn't expecting you. They kept shouting 'The Bat’, so I figured it would be-”

“The one who would break your wrist for trying to stab him instead of just sassing you. Good call. Aren't you meant to be smart?”

“It's not my fault I have to cause a prison riot for my daughter to visit me…”

Audibly groaning, and folding her arms, shifting her weight to one leg, the masked vigilante was gone, and a disapproving teen daughter was in her place.

“You didn't cause this to see me, you liar. You thought Batman would come. You just admitted three seconds ago. Get your story straight.”

Leaning back against the wall covered in newspaper cuttings about Batgirl, knowing better than to try anything right now, Arthur folded his arms as well, narrowing his eyes at her.

“Fine. Yes, I was hoping it was the Batman. Did you know about #battracker on Twitter? People in Gotham tweet sightings of the Bat.”

He paused, expecting Steph to respond. Her heart sunk the moment he said battracker, she knew where this was going, but she kept her face as neutral as possible, raising a brow at him, saying nothing.

“Well, anyway, apparently, Christmas, people reported seeing Batman-”

He paused to use air quotes with his fingers, Stephanie almost punching him in the face on principle.

“-hooking up with the blonde Batgirl. That's you. Are you with the Bat, Stephy?”

She tilted her head, narrowing her eyes, letting her arms fall slack, and leant forward ever so slightly.

“There's so many things wrong with what just came out of your mouth. One, you aren't meant to have internet access. Two, don't believe everything you read on the internet. Three, you started a riot hoping Batman would come here so you could ask him about that? How do you think that would go for you, father? I'll give you a hint…”

She wound back, and jabbed him in the jaw, before turning to leave, his fingers catching at her cape.

“That's not a no, Stephanie…”

“You want your jaw wired shut, dad?”

“I.. don't want you to get killed.”

She stood in silence, before turning her head enough to look back at him.

“Since when?”

Pulling her cape free, she left the cell, slamming the door behind her with an authoritative thud, and reported her findings to the warden, as well as questioning how he had internet access,before heading back to do another patrol, her stomach growling.
She'd eat something after the patrol.


Saturday- 4am Coffees: 7
She got held up on her food mission, the patrol actually being fruitful, Batgirl actually stopping crime, armed robbery this time, her stomach growling the entire time.
Having wrapped everything up, she dragged herself back to the Compact, sliding into the driver's seat, returning to the cave, writing up a report at the Batcomputer on the night, water, coffee and a meal of fish and vegetables arriving not long after she began her report.

“Thank you Alfred.”

Steph spoke softly, picking at her green beans as she typed out the nights events one handed.

“But of course, Miss Stephanie. And do not worry about your father. He may be, as you say, 'scum feeding worm meat’, but he will keep quiet.”

Steph snorted a weary laugh.

“I left my comms on again, huh?”

“You almost always do.”

Alfred responds, leaning over to disconnect her comm link, before leaving her to her report.
Saturday- 5:30am Coffees: 8
Taking the bag of extra essentials from the back of the Compact, she stretched out slowly, dancing to herself to the music that played from her phone, she prepared to Boom Tube from Gotham to Jump City for the first time of many this time over the weekend, should all things go to plan. Put her time in with the Titans.
The process was smooth. One second she was in the cave, the next she was in Titans Tower. It was just the time difference that was gonna do her in. So she hit the training room.


Saturday- 8:30am Coffees: 8
Batgirl trained until she heard movement from any of the other Titans that stayed in the tower. Getting herself cleaned up, she made sure her cowl was back in place, before moving to the kitchen, preparing waffles for who ever was around, and drinking coffee.
It would have been a bizarre sight to behold, a Bat of Gotham, in your kitchen, preparing you breakfast, in full suit, minus the gloves, because she wanted to have clean hands, singing along to Ariana Grande from a glittery purple cased phone.
Alas, it was the case for the Teen Titans.

"Everything doesn't have to be about fear. There's room in our line of work for hope, too."
Saturday- 3pm Coffees: 13
Titans Tower was quiet for a bit. The boys had not long just all gone feral, all full of testosterone out of nowhere, something about pool parties and boys only. Not that she cared. Stephanie was content enough sitting still for a bit. She could use this time to catch up on messages.
Fransisco: Hey, sorry about Jordanna earlier, she's always been like that. She's a bit possessive and worried new friends will remove old friends. I've been meaning to ask though, why don't you ever hang out with us outside class hours?

Steph stared at the message for a good ten minutes, trying to think of how best to answer. When in doubt, go with half truths.

Me: Hey! I'm not to worried about Jordanna honestly. She's fine. But I do sorta try to hang out with you guys sometimes. I was there with a friend at the Valentine's fair last year, and I saw you at a diner, and then I got shot in the head… remember that? Most of the time I'm just hanging out with people I don't get to see during the week.

And send.

'You didn't have to remind him you got shot in the head because of him, Dork Brain.’

She chastised herself, setting the phone down, moving to pick up the LexPad she had been playing with before the boys went mental. She was almost tempted to take off her cowl, being the only one here, but she resisted, and went back to her riddle based game.
She would never admit it out loud, but she found them ludicrously easy. A cake walk. She would purposely let the time tick down so that if anyone else played they would have the high score on the levels.
She wanted nothing in common with her father. Even looking remotely like him was too much for her.
The buzzing of her phone snapped her from the grinding of her teeth, and letting the timer run down, failing the level, she set the LexPad down scooped up the phone and shifted to a more upright position, reaching for her mug, conveniently bright purple.

Fransisco: It was so scary. How did that not kill you? You must have nine lives. I'm still really sorry you got mixed up in my dad's mess. But, you must know a thing or two about that, right?
People like your boyfriend? When are we gonna meet him? You're keeping him a secret for a reason. He's not that pilgrim guy, is he?

Having taken a mouthful of coffee during reading the message, she damn near choked reading the last line.

Me: It was a glancing shot, it was fine. If I do have nine lives I've gone through some of them already! 😂
Klarion?! My boyfriend?! No. Good god no. He's like. A chaos monkey that just pops up to annoy me and eat my food. No. He's not my boyfriend. I'm sure when we're ready, you'll hear all about it.

That was enough Stephanie Brown for now. Stuffing her phone into the leg belt pouches, she stood, took her cup to the kitchen, and leant on the bench, looking at the dishes from breakfast.
She might as well while she was here…


Saturday- 6:45pm Coffees: 15
Boom tubed back to Gotham, dropping the bag on the floor of the Batcave as she moved to take the Ricochet out tonight, picking up a few extra toys that usually were Batman only, but with the Bat out of town, Alfred turned a blind eye to Stephanie raiding the equipment, as long as it wasn't things still in test phases, roaring out of the cave, through the streets.
The benefits of taking the Ricochet out tonight over the Compact was she could make it look like she was in two places at once, patrolling the rooftops on foot from one end of the city, her bike being remotely controlled to cruise the other end.
Just being out this early would deter most minor crime, and she could get to her actual business. In theory.


Saturday- 10:14pm Coffees: 17
Hitting the town early had done the job. There were a few foolhardy muggers that she stopped with a look, but it had been quiet for the most part.
Until her comms clicked, and a voice came through.

“Hey, Eggplant Barbie, heads up. We've got a situation.”

While Eggplant Barbie didn't technically break the Bats 'no names over Comms’ rule, Steph grumbled slightly and called Ricochet to her location while she responded.

“Someone better be dying, Red Robin, or you will be…”

She responds flatly, a hand on her hip.

“Yeah, that's the problem. We got League Assassin's in the city. Guess who they're after.”

Steph takes several steps back from the side of the building she was standing on, hanging her head slightly.

“Really? REALLY?! WHADDIDO?!”

“Uh, you want me to answer that one? Or do you have a pretty good idea?”

Batgirl doesn't answer, as she squares up, multiple figures crawling up onto the roof to circle her.

"I'm almost fifty percent sure nothing could go wrong."Stephanie Brownwww.aniroleplay.com/DorkKnight
attention: | mentions: Day in the Life pt 3www.aniroleplay.com/DorkKnight
Sunday- 12:10am Coffees 17
She was going to have a great time trying to explaining why she could barely move, and all the cuts and bruises tomorrow.
Slowly sinking into a seated crouch, her back against the wall, Stephanie looked across the bodies of the would be assassins. They were good, but they did what everyone does. They underestimated her.
By the time they wised up, it was too late.
Letting out a groan, rubbing her face with both hands, she hung her head for a moment. Everything hurt.

“Drake was concerned you would need assistance with League assassins, Brown, but if you took them out on your own, they mustn't have been full fledged members.”

A voice above her made her jump, snapping her head towards it.
There were three people who could sneak up on her in the field, and only one of them was ever so condescending.

“Yeah yeah, I get it, I’m awful, everyone else is better than me blah blah blah… I’m not really in the mood for this right now, Gremlin. I appreciate that you actually showed up though.”

She slowly straightened up, as Damian dropped down next to her, both of them moving over to the bodies of the assassins.

“TT. Mother should send the good ones next time. Make it worthy of our time.”

Steph groans audibly, shoulders slumping.

“There's going to be a next time, isn't there…”

A moment of silence between them, before Damian awkwardly jabs her in the ribs lightly.

“You should have thought of that before making goo goo eyes at father. You did this to yourself. You're big enough to handle it.”

While Steph was organising for the bodies to be collected, gathering their weapons, Damian's words sink in. She frowns slightly, and points at him.

“Did you just compliment me?”

The look of utter terror on his face was enough, as he whipped away, folding his arms, pouting.

“I did no such thing, Brown! TT!”

Breaking into a grin, she walked up behind him, jabbing him in the ribs on both sides with her fingers, before messing his hair, using her purposefully annoying sing-song voice.

”🎵I think you did!🎶”

Slapping her hands away, Damian whipped back around, fists balled up.

“NOIDIDNOT!”

Steph laughed lightly, shaking her head, and then winced slightly, putting her hand to her ribs, Damian's eyes following her movement.

“Go home, Brown, after the riot, and this, you need rest.”

She laughs again, this time just once, a reactionary thing.

“Oh sweetie. When have I ever listened to anyone with the last name of ‘Wayne’. What makes you think I'm gonna start with you? Nah. I’ll see you all at home. On Monday.”

Before turning, breaking into a run, and launching herself off the side of the building, hearing footsteps behind her.

“You're an idiot, Fatgirl!”

She heard, as she fired her grapple. Activating her comms, as she swings away, she responds with the best she's got for Damian in situations like this.

“That's no way to talk to your mother to be. It's ok, I still love you.”

She hears the cursing from the rooftop, and could almost swear she heard Alfred chuckle.


Sunday- 4:30am Coffees: 20
Covered in soot and ash, Batgirl stood next to the fire engines, wearily catching her breath. What she just did was stupid, even by her standards, she was going to chalk it up to getting tired, but it worked, and noone was hurt, so it was a win-win, as far as she was concerned.

“Batgirl, that was impressive. Those, what did you call them, icearangs? You're going to have to give us the make up for that chemical mix you use. That would really help us out.”

Fire chief Adamson spoke from beside her, removing his helmet to wipe at his brow, leaving a streak of black soot across his face instead. Half smiling, raising her hand and pointing, she starts with the obvious joke.

“You've got a little something… Yeah, it worked better than expected. I can have the formula to you by Monday.”

“That would be magic. And before you go, you have some fans that want to see you.”

He grinned at her, thumbing over his shoulder back towards the blockade set up, keeping the residents out of harms way while the apartment building was put out. Seeing the gathering of children, she shot him an exhausted, almosted wounded look, hung her head for a moment and sighed.

“You wouldn't have pulled this stunt if I was the Bat…”

Adamson laughed and clapped her on the shoulder, giving her a light nudge forward.

“He wouldn't have stuck around long enough for me to try.”

Narrowing her eyes at him over her shoulder as she moved towards the barricade, she muttered loud enough for him to hear.

“Lesson learned…”

Before taking in a breath, looking at the little faces, and melting just a little. Stephanie was always going to have a soft spot for the kiddlets. Smiling genuinely at them, she leant on the barricade in front of them.

“Hey guys, how we doing? Everyone alright? No one hurt?”


Sunday- 6:30am Coffees: 21
She had spent an hour and a half talking with the gaggle of bambinos, being the best part of a ‘what happened over the weekend’ story that no one would believe for years to come. But right now, she needed a shower, and maybe someone to make sure things weren't broken, because everything still really hurt.
Leslie was closer, but more likely to lecture her, a lot, oh, so very much. She could almost hear it now. Steph would very much like to pass on that, thank you very much. Back home to Alfred it was.

"Everything doesn't have to be about fear. There's room in our line of work for hope, too."
Sunday- 8am Coffees: 22
Clean, examined and given a cautionary all clear, along with a plate of a full English breakfast, consisting of sausage, fried egg, fried tomato, bacon, hash browns, mushrooms, black pudding and toast, and the all important life blood of Stephanie Brown at this point; coffee, she again filled out a report.
She had made it habit to do so after every patrol to document everything, even her jackassery. She fully expected at least a two hour long lecture by Bruce when he returned, but he had to know by know that she didn't listen. At all.
Leaning back to reread the report, she felt a nudge at the side of her leg.
Looking down, she saw Ace, holding the much loved tennis ball. Holding out her hand for it, he pulled away, tail starting to wag. Letting out a gentle sigh, she shakes her head, and puts her hand on her knee.

“No buddy, we're not doing busted fetch right now. Maybe after I've slept tomorrow night. But not right now. Normal fetch or bust…”

Canine head tilt, first one way, then the other, before laying down next to her, resting his head on his paws, as Steph takes the remnant of a sausage and drops it down for him, before leaning back, to open up other tabs on the Batcomputer.
She was going to go check on her bugs in the Iceberg Lounge in person later, but while she was here, she could do a quick sweep.
With everything still in place, and satisfied, she finished her coffee, took her dishes to the sink, and instead of rushing Alfred on her Batsuit, since she was only going to Titan Tower until sundown, giving it plenty of time to no longer look or smell like a fire pit, she dug her Spoiler suit out of storage, left the cloak behind, and put on her old Robin domino mask, as she so often did when she went cowl-less to the Tower. Preparing the Boom Tube, she looked to Ace.

“Hold down the fort, bud. I’m trusting you with this…”

Before she was gone.


Sunday- 2:30pm Coffees 26
“Yo, but for real, what's with the threads, BG? And why me?”

Stephanie was already beginning to regret this. She was getting very tired, her patience was wearing very thin, and she didn't bring her utility belt, which held her kryptonite. So she would have to play nice with Conner Kent today.

“Because, SB, unlike everyone else around here, you have no formal combat training, I have a free afternoon, and my Batsuit was literally in a building fire, like the rest of me, less than twelve hours ago. It needed a bit of a patch job. This is one of my old suits. Or at least part of it. Do you have any other questions, or are we good?”

She frowned slightly at the tone of her voice, as she walked into the training facilities with him, but did nothing about it.

“You've always done the purple thing huh? That’s crazy.”

Turning to face him, looking at him blankly, she folded her arms, and nodded her head towards the specialised training equipment.

“Throw a punch.”

He looked at her, dumbfounded for a moment, before popping his collar, strutting over, and jabbing at it, with a straight armed punch, clearly relying on his super strength.

“Oh you poor sweet summer child. That would have broken your wrist if you had no powers… come here. We're gonna do this right…”

She says softly, no condescension in her voice at all, as she unfold her arms, and moves to meet him halfway.

"What? But that was a straight solid punch! I mean.. P'tch... I'm SUPER boy, ya know. Unless you're going to teach me some stylish kung-fu moves, I literally have no reason to do this."

He flicked his hair back, adjusting his signature shades. Narrowing her eyes and clenching her jaw, she let a slow breath out through her nose, kept moving past him, to the wall she knew was made of reinforced concrete, drew back, twisted her hips and shoulders, and drove her fist home, leaving a sizable crack in it.

“If I had super strength like you do, imagine what my punches would be like. But sure. You can keep taking the easy way out if you want. I'll tell Black Bat her teachings were rejected. I'm sure she won't take offence at all.”

Even while practically feeling an aura of frustration as she approached the wall, he still upheld his dismissive front. That was until she uttered a particular name - one he couldn't help but to quirk a brow at, reaching to tilt his shades off his eyes.

"Black Bat? The asian hotty?"

He inquired rhetorically, fixing his specs back onto his eyes. He cleared his throat before speaking up again.

"Well, if she went through the trouble of asking you to teach me this, then I can't take her kindness for granted. I'll play along. Just tell her to come to me personally the next time she wants to give me a lesson."

Rolling her head on her shoulders, popping her neck, she clenched her fists and bit her tongue, moving to in front of him.

“Oh, I'll be sure to tell her. It'll be a great time, I'm sure. My training sessions with her were a blast.”

Steph smiled sweetly. Perhaps too sweetly. Cassandra Cain kicked the ever living sh*t out of her during the training sessions. Still did to this day.

“Now, make a fist.”


Sunday- 7:45pm Coffees 30
She spent a good few hours teaching Superboy to teach a solid punch, and a half decent push kick, before excusing herself back to Gotham for the night. While still in the Spoiler suit, she put the rest of it on, bundled up her clean batsuit and restocked utility belt, put it in the storage space under the main part of the Ricochets body, and headed to the Iceberg Lounge.


Sunday- 9:10pm Coffees 30
Walking in through the kitchen, the purple spectre that was Spoiler cruised, unquestioned thought the staff only areas of the establishment. It was known among the staff that she worked for the Boss, and she had free reign. Sure she used to be around the Bat, but when was the last time you saw Spoiler around the Bat. She worked for Penguin now, and that's how it was.
At least, that was her story. She couldn't rely on Matches Malone for inside information on the underbelly, she had a connection, so she was going to use it.
Sure it was dangerous. It was a risky game to be playing. But she needed to do things for herself. And all Penguin had her doing was what she was doing when she was ‘dead’, spying and information gathering, so it helped out the Bat side of things too. No harm, no foul, right?
Before going to see ‘The Boss’, she went and double checked her bugs physically, making sure they were still hidden. Satisfied they were, she moved on.
Sliding into the VIP lounge, she scanned the room, seeing Oswald, some of the hostesses preparing food and drink, and Victor Zsazs. Narrowing her eyes at him behind her full faced cowl, remembering how close she was to being one of his sick little tally marks, leaning on the wall next to the door as nonchalantly as possible, gaining their attention

“Ah, Spoiler, my dear. We were hoping you would be dropping by eventually.”

Quirking a brow, an expression readable under the cloth cowl, one of the few things she missed about her Spoiler suit, she moved off the wall, nodding at them both as she addressed them.

“Ozzie, Freakshow. What's up. What do you want me to do?”

Zsazs growls at her, Penguin shooting a glare at him.

“It has come to our attention that the Bat may have a weak spot, in the form of that blondie Batgirl. Find out what you can about her, anything.”

She took in a slow breath, trying to keep herself calm, while she began to internally scream. Tilting her head to one side, she bumped out a hip, folded an arm across her torso, and rested her other elbow on it, resting her hand on her face, before beginning to speak.

“So, let me get this straight. You think it's a good idea to attack someone that the Bat may be close to? I assume that's what the homicidal nutbag is for, right? You ever try to get at the Bat through the Cat?”

She paused, but not long enough for then to respond. She kept going.

“Of course not, because she would kick the crap out of you. So why wouldn't the Batgirl? I understand Stabby McDumbsh*t not getting it, but you're meant to be a criminal mastermind, Ozzie. That would only have two pissed off Bats, plus the birdies smashing through your skylight, instead of one. I know how much you hate replacing that.”

Now she paused, and waited for her words to sink in. Oswald narrowed his eyes, rubbed at his chin, then clapped his hand on her shoulder, shaking it slightly.

“My girl, THIS is why I pay you. You're a bright one.”

Patting him on the head, she shook her own.

“Honestly, how'd you ever function without me? If you need me, too bad, I'm going to be out doing my job. I’ll be back whenever. Remember not to mess with any of the Bats or Birds if you like having any form of mobility. Expect an info packet eventually.”

As she talked, she walked, leaving the room, and quickly the Lounge.
Outside, blocks away, sure she wasn't tailed, she sunk down in an alleyway and let out a heavy sigh.

“Holy sh*t…”


Sunday- 11:30pm Coffees: 31
Back in the Batsuit, having changed on the fly, Stephanie sat, swinging her legs absently on a horizontal flag pole, heavily bolted onto the side of a building, keeping her eyes out on the street below her with her binoculars out.
A flicker caught her attention. Not from the street, but at eye level.
The Bat Signal had just been lit. Lowering her binoculars slowly, she let out a low whine.

“Oh god, now what…”

"I'm almost fifty percent sure nothing could go wrong."Stephanie Brownwww.aniroleplay.com/DorkKnight
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Monday- 12:10am Coffees 31
Arriving on the roof of the GCPD headquarters building, Batgirl sized up the figures around the lit beacon, seeing Commissioner Gordon and Detective Nick Gage. She didn't play the Bat game, no popping out of the shadows, instead just pulling herself up, and stepping in front of the signal.

“Fellas… let's make this quick?”

She tried not to sound as weary as she felt. Gage eyed her, but said nothing, Commissioner Gordon shifted his hands to the pockets of his trenchcoat.

“We've had a breakout of Arkham. Only one is unaccounted for. Solomon Grundy.”

Pinching the bridge of her nose, she lets out a long, drawn out sigh.

“Alright… since I'm not hearing panic in the streets I'm guessing he went back to Slaughter Swamp… ok. Alright. Sure. Sure. Fine. Yeah. No problem. I've dealt with him before.”

She groans, shoulders slumping, hanging her head.

“Anything else…?”

Stephanie asks in a soft voice, forming the start of a plan.

“Don’t die?”

Gage chimes in, folding his arms, causing her to snort a short laugh.

“The Bat would kill me if I did. Have the containment facilitates ready, we will be bringing him back to Arkham…”

She turns and moves to drop off the roof, cape flared behind her, Gage looks at Gordon.

“Has she really dealt with Grundy before?”

“Son, that girl almost died the last time she faced Grundy. I’m glad she said ‘we’ this time.”

On the ground, before setting off on the Ricochet again, she pulled her phone from her leg pouch and made a call.

“Hey, sorry, were you asleep? I’m gonna need a hand with something…”


Monday- 1:40am Coffees 31
Skidding to a stop on the outskirts of Slaughter Swamp, Steph could already see signs of something massive trudging its way through the underbrush. She may have downplayed or hidden her skill sets usually, but right now, with just her, the stagnant water, and the cold, she was fine to let it shine this time.
Stephanie Brown, believe it or not, was an excellent tracker.
Not that she had to be with a three quarter ton of revenant shambling through a swamp, but that was besides the point.
Moving along connecting tree branches, staying above the waterline, she wanted to try to get the drop on Grundy. She even prepared one of the bat-batarangs as a distraction, in case she needed it. (She didn't know what Batman called it. Probably something boring, involving echolocation or whatever. Bat-batarang was more amusing.)
Freezing as she heard heavy movement not too far ahead of her, she took in a slow, deep breath, half considered ditching her cape where she was, and slowly pushed on, hearing the low grumbling voice of Grundy growing closer. She considered for a second just leaving him here. If he was in the swamp, he wasn't hurting anyone. But he never stayed in the swamp. It would just be a problem for future Steph to deal with. Or be blamed for. Hanging her head for a moment she let out a soft sigh, making up her mind when-

”GUNDY SMASH BAT!”

Solomon Grundy spotted her, in her perch in the tree. Head snapping up, she reacted reflexively, all actions happening at once. Flinging the Bat-batarang towards his upper chest, armed and calling the swarm, she dropped backwards, catching the branch with her hands, bunching her knees up to her chest, pushing backwards, propelling herself away, giving herself some space, knowing the water would slow her considerably.

“Crapcrapcrapcrap SHAZAM! Sh*t, crap….”

As Grundy started towards her, the flapping, squeaking cloud of bats began to swarm him, chittering all around him, as he swatted at them in confusion.
With a pang of guilt, Steph quickly made a mental note to never do that again, and lecture someone about it later, as her reinforcements arrived.
Supergirl, Stargirl, Miss Martian, and Bombshell.
Shooting a grin at Kara, she shook her head slightly.

“What took you so long?”

Courtney answered for her, stifling a yawn, hovering above the swamp water.
“Some of us actually, you know, SLEEP at night?”

Steph shrugged a shoulder, yawning herself now, then pointed at Grundy, who was losing interest in the bat swarm, now that there were more figures to potentially crush.

“Well, we take him back to Arkham, we can all go to bed, how's that sound?”

The rush began. Between the five of them, with super strength, shooting stars, psychokinesis, energy blasts and a utility belt full of crap, it didn't take long at all to contain the walking dead, Steph only got ragdolled once, and it wasn't even that bad.

"Everything doesn't have to be about fear. There's room in our line of work for hope, too."
Monday- 2:30am Coffees: 32
Having returned Grundy to containment, seen her friends off, and dodged reporters, Stephanie did a final lap of the city, one last patrol before she planned to get a few hours sleep, stopping as she noticed movement of figures in an alleyway. Two figures. Young men. She knew them. Sliding the canopy of the bullet-like design back, she sat up straight, and called out loudly.

“Hey. Eric. Big Brother. You two aren't causing trouble on a school night, are you?”

Hearing her voice, the taller, older of the two froze, while the younger one broke into a run, further down the alley. Steph was off like a shot, already reaching for a gooparang, and within two steps of her own, with well practice precision, clipped Eric's leading foot, causing him to come down hard, falling flat on his face. Gripping the older brother on the shoulder, she frog marched him down the alleyway to his younger brothers prone, groaning body.

“I guess I was too light on you last time. Big Bro, what's your name.”

“Uh, Jamie, Miss Bat…”

He quickly stammered, hands clasped together in front of him, eyes on Steph's hand on his shoulder.

“Jamie, huh. Now Jamie, did you tell your little brother Eric here what happened last time we met? After I let him leave, and told him to call the police?”

“Y-yes ma'am, I did.”

She tightens her grip ever so slightly, before pulling him down into a crouch with her to be closer to Eric.

“So what are we doing out at 2:30am, skulking around in alleyways?”

“Making poor life choices…?”

Whimpers Eric, turning his head to face her.

“Very poor life choices. This is Gotham boys. You're lucky it was me, and not someone more likely to, oh, I don't know, murder you. Go home. Get off the streets. Go to school. STAY in school. Be better than that. Be what Gotham needs. Good people.”

She started fierce, but softened towards the end, reaching into her belt for the solvent to free Eric from her candy green rubber cement. They brothers exchange a glance, then nod slowly.

“We can try, Batgirl. But it's hard out here sometimes…”

Jamie says softly, and Steph sighs, cutting the rest of the goop away with a batarang.

“Trust me, I know. I grew up out here too. So believe me when I say stay in school. Crime might seem like a quick solution, but it causes more problems. Keep your heads down. Stay out of trouble, or I’ll know about it. And it won't be me paying a visit next time. This is the last nice Bat chance, you follow?”

Now free, Eric twists around, sits up, and they nod at her. She slowly stands up, before nodding her head out of the alleyway.

“Go. Home. Now.”

Eric starts off without a second thought, limping gingerly away. Jamie, however reaches behind his back, into his waistband, under his jacket, slowly pulls out a handgun, and holds it out to her.

“I.. don't want this anymore.”

Steph sighs, takes it, unloads it and nods.

“If you've got any others, I'd suggest turning them over to the GCPD, or throwing them in the bay, you understand?”

He nodded, then took off after his brother. Batgirl however, had a patrol to finish.


Monday- 5:40am Coffees:37
Report competed, chemical formula printed and ready to be delivered, Spoiler's info drop for Penguin ready to be, well, dropped, Steph folded her arms across the desk, and put her head down. Just for a minute.


Monday- 6:45am Coffees: 37
BeepBeepBeepBeep-
Reaching out to slap her hand down on her phone, reflexively, she groaned as her entire body ached, and the beeping of her alarm echoed around the cave. Fishing her phone from the leg belt, she silenced the infernal, shrill sound, scowling slightly as she slowly sat up straight.

“Oh my god. Why did I think that was a good idea…?”

Stiffly getting up, she made her way up to the kitchen, ate in silence, much to Alfred's surprise, showered, and prepared for her drop offs.


Monday- 9am Coffees: 40, and another sitting in front of her.
Drops done, weekend patrol complete, she didn't die, and she was even early to class. What was happening right now?
Stephanie took a victory sip of her coffee, feeling pretty good about herself, until Jordanna walked in, spotted her, and grinned like a cat that caught the canary. Making a beeline straight for Steph, Jordanna stood in front of her desk, hands on her hips, a smug smile on her face. After a moment of silence, Stephanie, raising a brow, spoke.

“Yes Jordanna? Can I help you?”

She slapped her hand on the desk, as if she had been waiting for Steph to speak first.

“I know who your boyfriend is! I've done some digging!”

Leaning back in her seat, Steph slowly blinked at her, then let out a sigh.

“Alright, I’ll bite. What have you got…”

Jordanna slid into the seat next to Steph, pulled out her phone, and pulled up one of the gossip blogs. Steph knew immediately where this was going.

“There's this picture of you, last year, at a charity event with Tim Drake-Wayne! That's your boyfriend!”

Steph laughed and clapped hands together, highly amused, before reaching for her coffee again.

“Nope. Ex boyfriend. Dated him in high school. Still my friend though. Hang out with the Waynes a lot. Keep digging though. Maybe you'll be a detective yet.”

"I'm almost fifty percent sure nothing could go wrong."Stephanie Brownwww.aniroleplay.com/DorkKnight

03/16/2019 08:18 PM 

Soak: Drabble

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It had taken some time, but Stephanie was getting used to living in Wayne Manor.
Sort of. For the most part.
Lazing in one of the many bathtubs, shoulder deep in water, actually following someone's advice for once and taking it easy while recovering from her concussion, her head resting on the edge of the tub, eyes closed.
She always felt so out of place when she first started coming here, feeling like a street kid like her didn't belong in a place like this. Always so beautifully maintained, when she was walking through with sneakers that were at least five years old and beat to sh*t, jeans that were so worn out out that half the bottom hem was completely worn away from being trod on repeatedly, it felt… wrong.
However, over the years, she had gotten used to it, just accepted that yes, Stephanie Brown was a street kid, and she was also welcome in the manor.
So welcome, in fact, that she and Bruce hadn't even noticed that she had started living there after they started dating, since she was there all the time anyway, it only made sense that she would just stay the night after finishing patrols and whatever anyway, that she never bothered going back to her apartment. Not for months, except to pick up her clothes, and some belongings.
It's not like she had become a kept woman or anything since then. She still wore her jacked up jeans and beat up sneakers, she did, however put in effort for special occasions.
Like the New Years Eve party.
Shifting her head slightly, she opened her eyes to look up at the ceiling, sinking to her nose, thoughts shifting to life, in general.
So far, it was actually going pretty well, considering she was a costumed vigilante that was currently recovering from a beating of her own making. But recently she had started thinking about the future.
"Everything doesn't have to be about fear. There's room in our line of work for hope, too."
Like, how long would she run around as Batgirl?
Would she continue her tradition of mantle snatching? Perhaps one day become Nightwing? Batwoman? Who knew.
She was a Teen Titan now. Could she go on to join the Justice League?
Would she even be able to get that far? She was a little injury prone, and she would never admit it, to anyone, not even to Bruce, but the little incident with Black Mask left some lasting damage, and not just psychological. There was nerve damage, and almost constant levels of pain, but that was just life now.
Dipping her face under the water, she began to wonder about a family. One of her own perhaps? One day. Maybe even tracking down her daughter one day, now that she had the ways and means to keep her safe. Safer that she could have as a baby, at least.
If she wanted anything to do with her, that is.
She would be four now, going on five. So big. But yet, still just a baby…
It hurt too much to think about it too much. She needed to stop. Change course.
Letting out all the air she held, she sat beneath the surface of the water until she felt her lungs burn, slowly resurfacing, blinking water from her eyes.
What about Mister Tall, Dark and Broody?
There's something that could fix that mood right up.
She knew it was risky, being involved with him, but what was life without risk?
And she loved him fiercely. Not that she was likely to tell him that again any time soon. In this little battle of wills, she was gonna win, somehow, god damnit.
By now, with all her musings, her water had grown cold, and it was time to get out. Reaching for the towel she set aside before getting into the tub, and draining it, she smiled faintly, snorting a little, shaking her head.
Even the towels were better here. So plush, and luxurious.

“Bruce always has the best things…”

She mutters to herself, silently padding her way down the hall to the master bedroom, and off to bed, to spend the night in, for once.

"I'm almost fifty percent sure nothing could go wrong."Stephanie Brownwww.aniroleplay.com/DorkKnight

03/14/2019 06:28 PM 

The Kid Got Cocky: Drabble

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She got cocky.
She'd love to say it wouldn't happen again, but that would be a dirty lie.
She would definitely get caught out like that again, and it would absolutely be her own fault, again, as it always was.
She owned it, at least.
At least Bruce was out of town, so she would be spared the lecture, this time.
Dragging herself to the Ricochet, slowly slumping into position, she activated the recall protocol, with her left eye already swelling shut under the cowl, vaguely aware of herself muttering through the comms

“Alfred, I'm gonna need a hand getting to the medbay…”

Before slumping backwards in her seat.
The next thing Stephanie remembered, Alfred was talking to her, as he was half dragging her across the Batcave from where the Ricochet is programmed to return to, to the medbay.

“-this time, Miss Stephanie.”

Blinking, or more accurately, winking, with her left eye swollen completely shut at this point, she turned her head gingerly to him, trying to take her weight off him and take steps on her own.

“I missed most of that, Al, I'm sorry.. what?”

Her words were slow, sluggish. She frowned at herself, suspecting a concussion, reaching a hand up to drag the cowl from her head.

“I said, what sort of shenanigans did you find yourself mixed up in this time.”

Alfred repeated calmly, Stephanie clearly not the first bat to need this treatment, easing her onto the ready and waiting clinical bed, in the medbay, Stephanie chuckling absently.

“I love that word… Shenanigans...

“I'm well aware, that's why I used it. I gathered it would get a response from you. Now that I have your attention, what happened.”

"Everything doesn't have to be about fear. There's room in our line of work for hope, too."
Typically, Stephanie wasn't fond of rehashing screw ups, but Alfred wasn't about to judge or lecture her, simply work out where he needed to examine. Sitting back and sitting down her cowl next to her, pointing to her face, as the Swiss Army Knife of a man they almost insultingly called a butler pulled on a set of surgical gloves.

“I found the Steel Unicorns trying to get a foothold back in Chinatown. Before the Ghost Dragons caught wind of them again I hit them. Full Bat routine. There was one problem… You know how I like to run my mouth..?”

Her voice rises as she trails off, a sure fire tell that she knows she was in the wrong, Alfred's lips pursing slightly in an unimpressed, disapproving manner, yet saying nothing as he shifts a stand light into a better position to examine the swelling, lightly prodding as Steph winces, but continues.

“I asked them how they liked it being run outta town by the little blonde one, not even one of the good, important bats or birds, and next thing I know, everyone is swinging table legs, and chairs, baseball bats, and god only knows what else at me. The good news is they all look worse than I do. And I did remember to call it in before I got in the bike. Dunno whether dispatch took the call serious or not… am I babbling? I feel like I'm babbling…”

She scowls at herself, or at least, as best as she can, with half her face swollen now, Alfred shifting his eyes from the swelling to her open eye for a moment, offering a small smile.

“Just a tad, Miss Stephanie, but it's better than you being unconscious on us again with a concussion. Congratulations, your first of the year.”

Pantomiming throwing confetti from her belt, Steph groaned, and let out a slow sigh.

“Yay me! I’m gonna need a better cowl… can we get Lucius to work on that?”

“Perhaps work on not getting hit in the head so often in the meantime, Miss Stephanie, however, I'm sure it can be arranged. You don’t appear to have a fractured orbital bone, just quite a bit of swelling. How are your ribs?”

She hadn't even noticed she had been hunched over the entire time. Slowly sitting up straight, she hissed slowly, as Alfred watched like a hawk.
After a few moments, and a battery of tests, it was concluded that the blonde was lucky, this time, only ending up with bumps, bruises, and her concussion.

“Alright. You are free to go. Perhaps consider taking a night or two off while recovering with the concussion…”

Turning away as he snaps the gloves off, Stephanie snorts a half laugh, slowly getting to her feet.

“It doesn't work on him, it won't work on me. Nice try, Al…”

“Perhaps not. But I'm sure you'll rest up if you don't want Master Bruce finding out about your tests.”

Narrowing her eye, Stephanie walked past, lightly jabbing a finger into Alfred's side, a half smirk on her lips.

“Blackmail? I approve, Alfie… you win this round…”

If she didn't know better, she would have sworn Alfred was also smirking, as she left the cave for the manor above.

"I'm almost fifty percent sure nothing could go wrong."Stephanie Brownwww.aniroleplay.com/DorkKnight

03/03/2019 01:58 PM 

Nocturne: Drabble

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It had been calling to her for weeks. No. Months now.
The blasted ivory toothed menace, sitting untouched, in one of the ballrooms.
Stephanie wasn't sure why it was even still there, she didn't think anyone knew how to play, then again, the Wayne's knew how to do everything, so wouldn't surprise her if Bruce could play the piano.
Slowly peeking her head around the doorframe, as if on some secret mission, spotting the coast was clear, she made her way over to the grand piano, lightly running her fingertips across the tops of the keys.
It was immaculate, of course, as everything in the manor was, Alfred wouldn't have it any other way, almost too good, too beautiful for someone like her to be touching.
Peering into the housing, the lid raised, looking at the strings, she wondered when the last time such a thing had been tuned could have been, and lightly pressed down on a key.
The note hung in the air as she held it down, a small smile crawling across her lips, as she learned it was turned perfectly, as she had hoped.
Why wouldn't it be?
Dropping herself onto the bench, stretching her arms up above her head and cracking her fingers, Stephanie began to play.
At first, she ran through slow scales, feeling the difference between the grand piano, and the uprights she had learnt to play on, before stalling, glancing out the window to the grounds of the estate, for something she could remember how to play.
Something more than just some scales, or basic nursery rhymes. She wasn't about to go try looking for sheet music, because she couldn't remember how to read that for the life of her, but the muscle memory was there.
If she could get it started.
"Everything doesn't have to be about fear. There's room in our line of work for hope, too."
After sitting, scowling for several moments, it clicked, and she began to play.
As she began, Stephanie realised that her fingers weren't moving as smoothly or as fluidly as she would have liked them to. That some of her key presses were too hard, making it sound not quite right to her.
Once she had played the piece, she played it again, determined to get it right.
The more frustrated she got, the worse it started to sound to herself, and halfway through the fourth playthrough, she began to realise what the issue was.
If you spend most nights punching people in the face, you can't expect your hands to maintain the ability to be delicate instruments.
It was fine. She was used to not being perfect at this stage.
Finishing the fourth playthrough of Chopin's Nocturne Op.15 Number 3 in G minor, she hung her head, dropped her hands into her lap and let out a slow sigh.
At least the urge to play wouldn't hit for, ever. She was awful.
Stephanie damn near jumped out of her skin when there was polite applause from behind her, yelping as she whipped around to find Alfred Pennyworth smiling at her.

“Miss Stephanie, that was beautiful. I didn't know you could play!”

Frowning in confusion, she got to her feet, tucked the stool back into place and shook her head.

“I can't. That was terrible. I used to be so much better, back before I stopped taking lessons.”

“Nonsense! If that is you playing terribly, then I'm the queen of England.”

Snorting at the mental image of Alfred in the high necked Victorian era gowns and powdered wigs, she shook her head slightly.

“Just don't make a big thing out of it, please…”

Alfred offers a half smile.

“On one condition. You play more often.”

"I'm almost fifty percent sure nothing could go wrong."Stephanie Brownwww.aniroleplay.com/DorkKnight

02/23/2019 07:11 PM 

Nightmares: Drabble

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It was dark. So dark. Why was it so dark? And why did everything hurt so much? Her mouth was both dry, and tasted of blood at the same time.
Trying to shift, Stephanie looked up and to either side, to realise her movement were restricted by heavy chains connected to manacles around her wrists, arms covered with long dark sleeves and spiked gauntlets, hooked to the wall, her shoulder searing with pain.
She knew this place. She couldn't possibly be here though.
Lowering her gaze from her arms, wincing as she shifted her weight, pulling against the restraints, her heart sank as her fears were confirmed. Standing across from her, where she knew he, reading his 'tools’, stood Roman Sionis, the Black Mask. She was vaguely aware of him speaking to her, her head foggy from the beating she took that got her here.

“Time to wake up, little girl. You slept all the way through the move to my safe house. But nap times over, Sweetie. The night is quickly passing, and we have so much to do.”

Frowning, she felt her mouth open to speak, responding automatically.

“You better let me go. You can't imagine the trouble coming your way if you don't…”

'What? Stephanie. You can do better than that. If you're gonna mouth off, MOUTH OFF, girl. What are you doing?’

She was gonna have to relive it beat by beat, wasn't she? Again.
Black Mask however, was unphased by her words. As anyone would be. No one knew she was gone, after all. Steph realistically knew how this played out. She knew what was coming. She had already lived it. And he was already plugging in the power drill, using the flashlight on the ridiculous helmet he was wearing to see. She wanted to cry. Oh god. That damn drill.

“Oh, you'd be surprised at what I can imagine. And it's the additional trouble coming your way that should concern you just now.”

She started to speak again. She wished she could stop herself. She wished she had any control over any of this.
’Please. Stop.’

“You're going to torture me with a power drill? During a citywide blackout? Idiot. How did you ever graduate from master criminal school?”

’Yes, Stephanie. Yes he is. In about three seconds…’

“By showing my instructors I was able to plan ahead -- such as having a portable generator on hand. Now shall we begin?”

The whirring of the drill mixed with her own screams, her joints exploited, skin torn as he worked her over, silently.
She would have preferred if he cackled like a maniac, or something, so there was something other than the damn drill and her own screaming.

“Oh no you don't, young lady…”

The voice caused her eyes to slowly open, blinking down at the yellow bat across her chest. Bat? Shouldn't she be in her Spoiler suit for this? The thought caused her head to snap up from her chest, finding that god-damn wooden face inches from hers, where it would have been anyway, holding the blade she vaguely recalled him using along her ribs before she blacked out.

“You aren't going to pass out on me again. So far I've had to carry this conversation entirely by myself, and that won't do at all.”

She weakly looked around the warehouse, she knew it was a warehouse now, seeing her cowl and cape laying where her mask and cape would have been sitting. “Your smug silence is intolerably rude.”

Mask had the scalpel now. She remembered it just as well as the drill. So sharp she barely felt it, until she was bleeding.

“Is that how your mother raised you? Didn't she teach you how to be a proper guest in anyone's house?”

The blade, coming towards her mouth. She was about to speak. She knew the words well. Her voice was hoarse, vocal chords likely damaged from the screaming.

“P-please… beg you…”

Roman leant in, his ear almost to her mouth, the permanent wooden grin unshifting.

“I'm listening.”

The steady stream of blood from her nose and mouth made her words thick, heavy.

“Drop dead… kay?”

'We gotta learn when to not run our mouth. That was a bad choice, looking back on it.’

Stephanie didn't remember a lot of day two. She was sure her smart ass remark had a lot to do with it. Or the fact she had already been bleeding pretty badly for a day.
She did remember him reaching for the hacksaw.

“Stop! Please, stop! I give up. I can't… I'll tell you anything you want to know…”

’Here is comes, Steph. Brace yourself. He's gonna get gross. You know it's coming. You can't beat his ass yet. And even when you get to that point, he still walks out of here.’

“Lovely. Truth be told, I was beginning to suspect you didn't know all that much. I mean, you're as pretty as a peach, but you're not exactly one of Batman's smartest minions, are you? Maybe he used you for your other, more obvious advantages, eh?”

He set down the hacksaw, leaning in close, the dull light from the helmet much too bright for her swollen eyes at this point.

“Keep up morale? Keep the troops happy?”

She remembered how she seethed with anger, and jerked against the chains. She was doing it now, she had no control over it. Everything was as it was, after all, aside from her suit being different.

“YOU'RE A DIRTY CREEP!”

He was so unphased by her. Of course, he could have actually had a massive grin on his face, and she could never have been able to tell. That God Damned mask. She hated it, so much.

“And you've turned out to be a wonderful conversationalist, so shall we continue?”

Shaking her head, Steph let out a soft sob, her cheeks wet with tears, blood, and sweat.

“Just don't hurt me anymore…”

“Depends, little darling. It all depends on what you have to say.”

Steph wished she was stronger. She wished that she didn't break. She eventually broke, and told him the grand plan. That stupid plan. Why'd she have to steal that plan. So many people died because of her. Good people too. Like Orpheus.
Right in front of her.
’Oh god, Orpheus. I'm so sorry…’
It was all her fault.
It went dark again.

"Everything doesn't have to be about fear. There's room in our line of work for hope, too."
Waking up again who knows how long later, alone, she knew what came next. And how much it was going to suck.
It was light out. She could see it through the windows. Slowly, painfully, with great difficulty, she pulled her left arm free, letting out a strangled gasp of pain. Her legs couldn't hold her up. This was a bad idea. Hanging from her right arm, she groaned and pulled with her body weight, her weakened joints screaming in protest, however, she managed to slip her other arm free, without dislocating anything.
She hit the ground hard, exhausted, in pain. She just wanted to lay there. But she couldn't. He could be back any minute now.

'Get up. Get your legs under you, and get up. You don't die here. So get up.’

Pulling herself to her feet, using the table that the implements of her own little hell sat on, she glared down at them for a moment, and staggered away, down the hall, to lay in wait.

“Oh god that hurts… ow, owowow…”

’You should have left. You should have run away, instead of trying to be some kind of hero. You might have been ok. You might not have died… you should have gone with your first plan of get to Leslie. Get word to Batman. You idiot. You're an idiot sometimes, Stephanie Brown. Think about things please. From now on. We gotta think.’

None of her self chastising mattered. She was stuck here, watching herself go through it all again anyway, she was wasting her time telling herself off.
Faintly, she could hear Roman's voice. He had come back. And he was looking for her.

“-someone who won't take you so much for granted? Trust me, Sweetie, you'll never find him men are all alike. We're all dogs. Sure, I treated you to a few hours of wonderfully intimate torture, but then, instead of that all important cuddling in the afterglow, I ran off to play with the boys. How insensitive of me.”

He stopped, stopped, and picked up her bloody cowl, what would have been her mask, where she left it, in front of a doorway, straightening slowly.

“Mea culpa Maxima. Can you ever forgive me, darling?”

Steph sprung out, holding the top of the door jam with both hands, catching him in the chin with her boot, adrenaline pumping through her. She remembered it well. She hasn't had a surge quite like it since.

“You're one sick monster!”

Before beginning to lay into him with more boots, in her blind rage even punching him in the face, forgetting it would do very little, as it was a wooden mask.

“Ow! That hurt!”

“There's more where that came from!”

Back heel kicking him through a table, her mind was on one thing . And he knew it.

“Ow! Stop it, honey! You're killing me! What's gotten into you?”

She kicked him in the family jewels to make up for punching him in the mask before, as well as just being a creep.

“You're inspired, girly-girl.”

Roman croaked as he lay in the rubble of the table, Steph over him.

“Ready to surrender?”

’You’re not as witty or as badass as you think you are…’ She was tired of seeing this now. She was done. She was sure that is was a bad dream at this point, so just let him shoot her and be done with it. She just wanted to wake up.
Unless she was going to have to relive having Bruce watch her die. She didn't wanna do that. Not now. Not with how things were. No. Oh god no.

’Wake up. Wake up WAKE UP WAKE UP!’

She shrieked internally, yet it continued, as per usual. Black Mask reaching into the ruins of the desk, drawing the gun, pointing it at her face.

“You bet. After this one last lesson in crime-fighting. In the future, always assume the villain has several hold-out weapons stashed all over his lair.”

Snatching the gun from his hands, and kneeling on his prone form, pointing the gun at his face, Steph just wanted it to hurry up. She wished should could either force herself to pull the trigger now, or just… anything. But first, she had to speak. Because of course she did. She always did.

“Not this time. This time your murdering career ends forever.”

The lack of expression, that wooden god damn mask, drove her crazy. But she was sure he was surprised under it.

“Oh my-- I'm truly impressed. You've got me now, sheriff. But do you have the sand to actually pull the trigger?”

Steph stalled. Of course she did. She couldn't go through with it, even after all he did to her. For one reason.

“So, are we just going to sit here all night? You beat me. You got me. Now all you've got left to do is pull the trigger and you save all those lives.”

Either way, in this situation, she had so much blood on her hands already. So, so much blood. God, just wake up, Steph. Wake up, and go do some good.

“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!”

“And everyone I might kill after tonight. All you have to do is become judge, jury and executioner.”

She pressed the barrel to his forehead.

“I could do it! I COULD! Maybe even I should. But that would mean ignoring everything Batman has taught me. And I've already done too much to betray his trust.”

'Here it comes. Brace yourself…’

She lowered the gun. Roman took this smallest slip in focus, and struck, taking it back, driving his fist into her face, knocking her backwards, and fired a shot, clean through her shoulder.

“There. Get it? That's what you should've done to me. All the martial arts ninja training in the world doesn't matter a tinker's damn. The only thing that counts is whether or not you have the will to do what needs to be done. That's why I win, even though you beat me.”

As he spoke, leaving her crumpled on the floor, he turned and walked back up the stairs, and shut the door, leaving her in darkness.
Normally, this is where she would wake up. Laying there, holding her shoulder, she frowned, as the pain stopped, and she slowly got to her feet. She could act freely now? Ok…?
Moving to take a step, she froze as she saw it. Movement under the steps. Unfolding himself to full, 6’2” height as the claw like nails gripped at the railing, twisted, manic grin spread across a face she knew, yet know longer recognised.

“Oh god…”

She whimpered, reflexively.

“ThAt wasss just the warM uP, hOneY… yoU haVen't seEN aNyThinG Yet!”

Snapping awake with a yelp, drenched in a cold sweat, heart racing, Steph choked back a sob, and got out of bed. Moving at almost a run through Wayne Manor, hitting every light switch on her way, she stormed into the cave, wiping her eyes on her shirt as she did.
Suiting up, she took great care to not look at herself, at any of her scars, old or new, jamming the cowl down over her bed head mess of hair, firing up Ricochet, and shooting off into the few hours of darkness before dawn.
She didn't want to sleep again any time soon after that. And she still had so much to make up for. There had to be someone to go and punch. Somewhere.

"I'm almost fifty percent sure nothing could go wrong."Stephanie Brownwww.aniroleplay.com/DorkKnight

02/17/2019 07:12 PM 

Crime Doesn't Pay: Drabble

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Crouched low, breathing steady, the night vision lenses of her cowl active, Batgirl counted the numbers in the warehouse where she was hidden silently.
Twelve gang members. All with half masks or bandanas covering their faces. Only two of them armed with anything more than a blade or bat.
A new forming gang.
They must have been stupid.

“Alright boys, listen up, listen up. Tonight, we're gonna get the rest of you some heat. Then we're gonna start the real work on these streets.”

He sounded young. Not much older than her. Early twenties, maybe? She almost felt bad for what she was about to do to them. But it was better her than The Big Bad Bat, really.

‘Or was it?’

She mused as she flung a batarang (just a standard one, how boring) at the table in front of the 'leader’, already moving, sticking to the shadows, deactivating night vision on the go.

'At least if it was Batman, it would be, you know, Batman kicking the crap out of them, not a tiny blonde thing. Bah. They'll probably tell who ever it was Bats anyway…’

Steph would shrug to herself, a slight grin at the mental image at the thought. However, the batarang did what she wanted. They were spooked.

“Who's there?!”

Unable to help herself, she let out a laugh, continuing her movement.

“Did you really just ask that? With the Batarang right there?! In Gotham?! At NIGHT?! You poor sweet summer children…”

As she spoke, she kept on the move, her obviously feminine voice having them less on edge than they were, yet still spooked.

“Come out and fight like a man, you bat bitch coward!”

The one nearest to her yells, into the darkness about six feet to her left. Slowly, she grins, coils her legs under herself from her current perch on the shelving, and pounces, driving her knees into his chest, her hand on his head, forcing it into the floor.
Vicious? Perhaps. But she was here to teach a valuable lesson, and even with that concussion, he wasn't likely to forget tonight's schooling. Stepping aside and giving her warmest smile, as opposed to a Batglare, she sat her hands on her hips.

“If you insist… Gentlemen, my name is Batgirl. I'm here to remind you that in Gotham, we do things a certain way. Shall we begin?”

One of the ones she noted was armed pointed at her, reaching for his gun.

“She's like, a hundred pounds, and we out number her, ten to one! Get her!”

The rush began. Knives thrusting towards her chest, baseball bats swinging in every direction.

“Those odds hardly seem fair. For you.”

She grinned, ducking the first bat to come for her head, catching the wrist holding the blade, striking the elbow, while twisting back on the hand, kicking the knife away.
Frankly, it was unfair, with how trained she was, and how unskilled they were. She had to admire their dedication though. Weaving through them, it might as well have been the lowest setting on the training simulations back in the Batcave.

"Everything doesn't have to be about fear. There's room in our line of work for hope, too."
Steph found that she had begun toying with them. Letting them get body blows in, only to hit back harder across the face. One with a broken nose came back for more. She liked his moxy. She wasn't sure when she started using moxy. But here she was.
There was a click, as something pressed against the back of her head. She had been toying with them too much, and not paying attention. Eyes quickly darting around, she noted that the two she pegged as armed with guns weren't on the floor around her.
Letting out a sigh, she slumped her shoulders slightly, and slowly turned in place, so the barrel was against her forehead. It was shaking.

“Stop right there Batgirl. I'll shoot. I will.”

His voice was younger than the others. But similar. A brother? That would explain why he was also armed when the others weren't.
Keeping a neutral expression, she blinked once, examining his face. His dark eyes were terrified. Shooting a look over to the other armed one, who hadn't left the table (some leader he was), his hand on his gun, watching intently, Steph knew what she was going to do.

“Big Brother pulled you into this mess, huh? You really wanna end up Bat fodder when you could be home? In bed? Not getting hospitalized?”

Little Brother looks back at Big Brother, shakes his head, pulls off his half mask and shoves the gun into Steph's hands.

“I didn't wanna be here at all…”

Big brother puffs up indignantly, slamming his fist into the table.

“Eric! You're meant to have my back!”

Shuffling off towards the door, stepping around the bodies of the beaten and broken, Eric left, Steph dismantled the gun, throwing it in opposite directions.

“Good call, Eric. Get home, and call the GCPD. And you…”

She turned her attention to Big Brother, with a grin.

“We have some things to talk about, don't we bud?”

He, however, disagreed, and took off like a shot, taking his gun, down the hall, further into the dark warehouse. Steph sighed slightly, rolling her eyes, and went out the window, following on roof, activating her heat vision lenses in her cowl. Once he had stopped moving in, in a loading dock, and was spinning around in place, obviously looking for her. Slipping in through a long busted window, and returning to regular vision, she caught the last part of a rant.

“-creepy f***ing bats just lurking around in the damn dark!”

Unable to help herself, she crawled along the top of a rafter, starting her talk and relocate routine again.

“Have you idiots ever considered meeting in well lit places during the day then? Maybe we wouldn't be a factor then. Just putting it out there.”

Apparently, Big Brother wasn't playing around. He fired three shots in the directions her voice came from. All missed her, just. One clipped a fire extinguisher, filling the area with a growing cloud of whirling, thick fog like obstructive gas.

“Whoops… maybe you should watch where you're shooting, Tex. You are keeping track of your shots, right? Because I am… three more. Make them count…”

She should just end it. Here and now. But if this punk was stupid enough to try to start a gang, in Gotham she needed him to understand what that meant.
Darting across the floor now, causing the cloud to swirl around her, she dropped down into a baseball side, under the long forgotten truck, as another shot fired off behind her, ricocheting off the floor somewhere, lost.

“Ooh, unlucky. Two more…”

Was it bad that she was enjoying herself? Probably a little. She could practically hear Batman in her ear, telling her to end it already.
Crawling silently up on top of the truck, she did something, frankly, bordering on cruel and unusual punishment territory. She flung a gooparang at his feet, and ran along the top of the truck, vanishing down the back behind him, as he fired at her.
GOOP
Her beloved green goop detonated from its pods, encasing his legs from the knees down, trapping him in place.

“And then there was one!”

She called from somewhere behind him. He did with the shot what she thought he might. Try to shoot at the goop. It did nothing.
Steph thought about immediately pouncing on him. But watching him strain his eyes and ears to try to find her, jumping at every little sound, the cars on the freeway in the distance, the rats in the walls, kinda amused her.
She had some problems she needed to work out. She knew.
After five minutes, she had crept up behind him, and lightly tapped his shoulder.

“So, what did we learn here tonight?”

He screamed. Of course he did. It took everything she had to not laugh.

“That crime doesn't pay. Please. Miss Bat. Batgirl please don't hurt me. Please…”

Circling to his front, she raised a brow, not that he could see it under her cowl.

“Oh, honey. Don't worry. You won't feel a thing…”

He looked like he was about to start thanking her, when she grabbed the back of his head and drove him, skull first into her knee, which she swung upward with just as much force.
She lied. He'd feel it when he woke up.

"I'm almost fifty percent sure nothing could go wrong."Stephanie Brownwww.aniroleplay.com/DorkKnight

02/14/2019 01:11 PM 

Go Fetch; Starring Ace the Bathound

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“Ace, no, you're meant to bring it back! We've been over this!”

The blonde groaned, throwing her head back, slumping her shoulders, as if the German Shepherd was actually paying any attention to her at all, and not chewing the tennis ball down the other end of the hall.
Trudging her way down the hall, groaning dramatically, she knew it was part of the game. She'd get half way, and it would start.

“How come you play fetch properly with the boys? Huh? Why you gotta be a sh*t for me? I’m the one that gives you treats?”

The words, of course, meant nothing. Ace didn't care. He could get away with this sort of thing with one of his humans. So he was going to. When she was five feet from him, the chewing on the ball stopped, and he held it firm in his jaws, readying himself for what was to come.

“Hand it over, Muttley…”

Steph growled, and lunged for the ball. Ace darted to her left, tail wagging, letting out a muffled bark, trotting his paws. It was go time.
Twisting, and thrusting her arm out to try to snag at his collar, finding it just out of reach, she turned on her heel, and the chase was on. Back down the hall, skidding across the long hall runner carpets, clipping a vase, Stephanie briefly stalling her chase to dive, catch, and save the vase, worth probably more than her life, carefully restoring it to its place.

"Everything doesn't have to be about fear. There's room in our line of work for hope, too."
"Ace! Are you trying to get me killed!?”

She cried after the hound, who had glanced back to see what the hold up was. His tail stopped wagging briefly, he understood every word of what Stephanie said, after all, she was one of his humans. He didn't want her dead, especially not to Alfred wrath. But once the chase was back on, his tail started up again, and he darted into the master bedroom, up onto the bed, making a mess of the sheets.

“Get down! You know you aren't meant to be up there!”

Stephanie dove onto the bed after him, but he was gone again, watching her from out of reach, head tilted slightly, as if to say ‘what do you mean I'm not allowed up there. I sleep there all the time when Bruce is gone. You let me do it’. As if she could read the look, she scrambled from the bed, and this time, caught him.

“I’ll convince him it's a good idea later, alright?”

As she began to wrestle with Ace for the dog slobbery ball. Once Steph had her hand on it through, he let it go, danced away, and barked, tail still wagging. Laughing, Steph slowly got up from the floor.

“Yeah yeah, hold your horses. We don't exactly play fetch right, bud. Give me a minute.”

Before flicking the ball out the bedroom door, Ace after it like a shot, and Steph slowly trudging after him.

“I swear, if I'm expected to do cardio later, I'm gonna punch someone…”

"I'm almost fifty percent sure nothing could go wrong."Stephanie Brownwww.aniroleplay.com/DorkKnight

02/01/2019 07:46 PM 

Freudian Slip: Drabble

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(Writer’s note: Just a heads up. This piece contains some heavy themes. So if you can't handle the topics of abuse, torture and you know, death, probably don’t continue reading. Don't say I didn't warn you. All instances mentioned are canon to the pre new52/rebirth Steph)

“So, Stephanie, how do you feel?”

A simple enough question, really, the answer should be easy, right?
She was a pretty, blonde, college kid, life was easy, right?
If that were the case, she wouldn't be sitting here, being watched like a hawk by the therapist Leslie- sorry, Doctor Thomkins, basically ordered her to go see.
So. How did she feel?
Letting out a sigh, she shifted in her seat, pushed up her sleeves, fresh war wounds from a not so clean fought fight still healing on her forearms, her skin having been torn away in patches, no longer needing the dressings, so she didn't bother with them, and raised both her brows, rotating her arms at the elbows slowly, holding them out.

“Do you mean physically, or emotionally, Doc?”

She watched the quicked flicker of shock pass over the therapist, Doctor Greene's face, before she had it back under control, pursing her lips slightly.

“Doctor Thomkins warned me you would be reluctant. She also warned me that you might try to shock me. She cares about you, Stephanie.”

Leaning back in the seat, Steph folded her arms, and legs, lowering her chin slightly, resisting the urge to puff out her cheeks in annoyance.

“She tell you anything else about me…?”

The pout was definitely coming though in her voice, though, and Doctor Greene smiled lightly at it, swiving in her chair behind her desk, setting down her notepad.

“She told me you had secrets. I'm good with secrets, you know.”

How condescending. Steph rolled her eyes and groaned, unfolding her arms and letting her hands fall against the cushion either side of her thighs with a dull thud.

“No, really, I am. You couldn't get me to tell you anything if you tried.”

“I dunno, I used to think that too. Then I was tortured for two days.”

Steph wasn't sure why she said it. It was out of her mouth before she could stop herself, and she wasn't sure what was worse, the hollow voice she said it in, or knowing that she would probably break under torture again if it happened. It took her a second to realise she was staring right at Doctor Greene while she was dwelling on those thoughts, who looked genuinely concerned.

“...I hope that's a very dark joke, Stephanie…”

Setting her jaw, in a fashion familiar to her, but not usually something done by her, she shakes her head slightly.

“...no”

“Would you like to talk about it…?”

Stephanie let out a harsh, barking laugh, making the doctor jump, she hadn't been expecting it.

“Absolutely not.”

Taking up the pad again, and scribbling away, Greene asks

“Well, what about home life then. How is that?”

She was trying. Trying hard. Steph had to give her some credit there, at least. She’d throw her this bone.

“Home life? My father is a two bit criminal who has been in and out of Blackgate my whole life, and my mother is a nurse who up until about two years ago was high on about anything she could smuggle out of the hospital. This is Gotham. How do you think my home life is. I grew up around crooks and no-goodniks. Hell. My father has used me as part of his stupid schemes before. He tried to use me as insurance to make sure the Bat would be his heavy.”
Stephstoptalking
“My dad, oooh, he's a real piece of work… he's tried to kill me, you know? He's my arch nemesis”


"Everything doesn't have to be about fear. There's room in our line of work for hope, too."
“He threw me off a roof, he left me with one of his buddies for a week while he was trying to take mom to rehab, and that guy tried to f***ing rape me, I couldn't be anywhere near adult men for… I can't even remember how long after that. Sure, he killed the guy but that doesn't make up for it, that just makes him a murderer, and a sh*tty father.”

She stopped pacing to run her hands through her hair, holding it back for the big one. The kicker.

“He made a bunch of kids in my collage into criminal meta humans to be villains to fight me, to lure me to his prison so he could POISON ME WITH ALIEN SPORES AND PUT ME IN A COMA!

Her voice continues to rise, and she motions with her hands like her mind was exploding, whipping around to look at Doctor Greene, who sat, pen in hand, dumbfounded. Blinking slowly, she sat the pad down again, formed a tent with her hands, and rested her chin on them.

”...huh… I think I understand what Leslie meant by secrets now… ok… you're one of them.”

Taking several, long, slow, deep breaths, Steph slowly sat down, rubbing her temples with her fingers.

“Yeah. And I really don’t wanna talk about anything that happens. I shouldn't have said anything about my dad. He just…”

She lets out a low growl, and Greene nods.

“I can see why. It's a lot to go through. You're still so young, to have dealt with that much already, as well as what I'm sure you see during the night job.”

Stephanie says nothing, simply nodding.
Sometimes it was hard. She knew the others didn't think she took it as seriously as they did because she wasn't grimdark broody faces like they were. But if she had to deal with going back home (when she still live with her parents, that is) the job, and her own crippling self esteem issues by being the way they were, by not having fun with things, by being stone faced, she would go LITERALLY INSANE.
Realizing she was still being watched, she expressed exactly that thought.

“I appreciate the concern, I know Leslie cares. She took me away after I died to recover after all. Oh, yeah, I died. It was from the torture. No, I'm not going to talk about it. But talking things out? Expressing my feelings? That's just not what I do. I cope by punching faces. And yelling about how sh*tty my dad is.”

“And awful, poorly timed jokes…”

Greene notes, Steph nods, admitting defeat on that one.

“I think time's up, Doc… and no, I won't be back…”

She says, quite firmly, getting to her feet again, Doctor Greene rising too.

“I didn't think you would be, Stephanie. Take care out there.”

Steph was walked to the door.
She lied, however.
She was back, later that night, in her suit.
She took the damn notepad, and deleted the digital client file.

"I'm almost fifty percent sure nothing could go wrong."Stephanie Brownwww.aniroleplay.com/DorkKnight

01/25/2019 06:08 PM 

Poker Face: Drabble

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Steph sat, legs curled under her, at the massive monitor of the Batcomputer, idly reading case files, listening to the GCPD police band, and any chatter over comms between Batfamily members.
She hadn't been out in the field for a while now, injuries keeping her on the shelf, and while they were perfectly fine without Batgirl, Stephanie was not.
She was going crazy.
Half way through reading the file on the Riddler, adding her own notes about trying to get guests to drink lighter fluid with a stupid riddle in his home that could be solved by literally just sniffing the glasses, so sometimes he's not the best at the whole riddle thing, her phone buzzed against her leg.
Frowning slightly, she pulled it from her pocket, and swiped the screen to life, looking at the text on her screen.

Babs: Hey, remember how you used my phone to call Detective Gage for that favor over Halloween?

She rapidly responded with a flurry of her thumbs, idly wondering why she didn't just speak, as they were both on comms, she could see Oracles line as active.

Me: yeah, I remember. Why?

It wasn't long for her reply to come. Steph watched the screen, waiting for it to come in.

Babs: he called me just before, asking if I had seen Batgirl recently, then asked how I knew her, and if I had any way to get in contact with her, because he had something that might interest you, based on the thing you asked him about? And that he'd be by the Bat Signal every night this week if Batgirl could make an appearance. You aren't going to go, right?

Ah, the reason she didn't just speak. This was trouble. With a capital T, and Barbara was trying to cover for Steph. That was nice. Typing again, she fired back a response.

Me: nah, I'm gonna go. I’m gonna go right now. It might be useful stuff. Maybe he just wants to make sure I’m not dead in a ditch somewhere. Shouldn't take long. I won't even get in any fights.

She stood, not bothering to close what she was doing on the computer, and moved to suit up.
She did so gingerly, her shoulder still a problem, she was serious about not getting in any fights, and minimal grappling.
Suited, the familiar, and frankly comforting weight of the cape on her shoulders, around her legs, she felt whole again. She felt right. Pulling the cowl down over her waves, she, for a moment, considered braiding her hair, or something, as she hadn't been out for a while, and didn't want an added distraction, but quickly reminded herself that this wasn't a patrol. This was a quick outing to meet with the Detective, then get back in before the inevitable lecture from the Bat.
Before her stashing her phone in one of her belt pockets, she noticed she had gotten a response from Babs while changing.

Babs: I’ll keep eyes on. If you need help, I’ll send in Jason first.

Steph liked that Babs was willing to cover for her like this, but she decided to save everyone else some trouble and sent two quick texts while she was moving towards Ricochet, her bullet like closed in motorcycle. One to Babs, and one to Bruce.
To Babs she sent:

Me: I'm flattered, but don’t worry about it. I’ll take this one.

To Bruce, knowing he was unlikely to check anything for hours and she would be safe from lectures for a little while, she sent:

Me: heading out for a quick intel gathering round from the GCPD. No fights, promise!

Then she hit the road.
She had missed this too. The feeling of freedom the bike gave her, as she tore along the laneways down from Wayne Manor towards Gotham City, cutting through the many shortcuts and hidden access ways she had gotten to know in her time as a vigilante.

"Everything doesn't have to be about fear. There's room in our line of work for hope, too."
Batgirl didn't stop until she reached her apartment in the Narrows. She wasn't going to arrive at the police station on the noisy as hell, bright purple bike, thank you very much. She was going to stash it here for now, and make her appearance there silently, scoping it out first.
It wouldn't the first time the GCPD had tried to lure her in to try to arrest her, after all, so you can never be too careful.
Arming the Ricochets security system, and throwing a drop cloth over it that she kept on her fire escape, she climbed to her roof, before reminding herself that she would have to grapple right handed, when she normally did her swinging and grappling left handed, squinting slightly at herself, before taking a running jump to the next rooftop, beginning her approach.
Getting low when she was a rooftop away, activating her heat vision lenses in the cowl, she saw only two figures on the GCPD roof, and one was clearly smoking. Gage, and Commissioner Gordon.
Scowling, she made her way around to a building behind theirs, going out of her way to be unseen for as long as possible, slipping up to them, coming around the Bat Signal.

“I heard you boys were looking for me?”

She quips brightly, Gage damn near jumping out of his skin, Gordon unphased by the sudden appearance of a bat, having had to deal with it for years.

“Holy crap. Do all of you do that?”

“You get used to it, Detective.”

Gordon grumbles, nonplussed by the whole thing. Batgirl nods, hands on hips.

“What can I do for you? It must be urgent if you're actively looking for me…”

Nicolas Gage gives her a once over, as if looking for some sort of explanation as to why she has been M.I.A since before Halloween, taking the file from under his arm and holding it out to her.

“You asked me to keep an eye on the gangs. Well, while I was doing that, I found some good leads on Black Mask and his location. I thought that might interest you.”

He looked at her pointedly, while she frowned and flicked through the file. It was, indeed, fresh leads on Black Mask. They didn't interest her, however. They made her uncomfortable. Then she narrowed her eyes as she realised that she never mentioned anything about Black Mask. Closing the file, and returning her face to as neutral an expression she could manage, she held it back out to him.

“Why would Black Mask and his location interest me, Detective?”

“I couldn't help but notice, that there was once a blonde Robin, that used to be a little purple wearing vigilante, then she was ‘killed' by that animal Sionis. You happen to be a blonde, purple wearing vigilante.”

Steph's pulse spiked. Oracles voice crackled in her ear.

“Batgirl, are you ok? Your readings just went through the roof.”

Instead of answering her, doing her best Batman impression, her face expressionless, even if she was beginning to internally panic, Steph addressed Nick, looking between him and Commissioner Gordon.

“He is aware there's a grave, and an autopsy, right? And literally millions of people are blonde.”

Nick raise a finger to point at her.

“See, that's what I thought too. But then I remembered I ran into Stephanie Brown, the girl who was Robin, and Spoiler, in her professor's office once. She was looking mighty sprightly for someone who was meant to be dead for three years. And yes. I confirmed it was the same Stephanie Brown with enrollment records. That professor is conveniently the same woman, the only woman, I talked to about getting you to come here. So spill it, Stephanie.” He seemed so victorious. So triumphant. And she hated her father even more for his stupid report on her being killed. She decided she was going to stick with playing dumb. There had to be a reason Gordon was up here too, after all.

“I really hope you're a better detective than that, Gage. Why would Stephanie Brown ever put on a mask again after that crap? She'd have to be either insane, stupid or some mess of both, wouldn't she? If I were you, I wouldn't go around telling people that a criminal's daughter is Batgirl when she isn't. You're gonna get people killed. And you best believe I'm gonna be telling the Bat all about it. He likes to make sure no one messes with his Robins. Are you messing with his Robins, Nick?”

She cocked her head slightly, Gordon smiling faintly, catching her drift, and deciding to throw something on the fire with it.

“I don’t think we have good enough protective custody to keep Batman from getting his hands on you if he wanted to. The poor girls been through enough, don’t you think? You might owe two young women apologies.”

The mention of people getting hurt or killed, and the big, bat shaped consequences caused Nicholas Gage to pale slightly, and he nodded slowly.

“You know, I don’t want anyone's blood on my hands… forget I said anything. I’m gonna just…”

He trailed off, taking himself back down into the station, leaving Steph with the file in hand. Once he was out of sight, she sunk to a crouch, covering her face with her hands, letting out a long slow groan, not minding that the Commissioner was still there. After a moment, she slowly straightened up, and he moved over to pat her shoulder.

“That was a close one, but that was some quick thinking on your part.”

Nodding slowly, she let out a nervous laugh, before it turned into a strangled sort of whine.

“I’d ask how long you've known, but I'm not sure I wanna know… that was too close. I need to go lay down or something. I think I about had a heart attack…”

“You've got a good poker face, kid. I’ll give you that. You looked cool as a cucumber. I was doubting for a second.

Rubbing her hands over her face again, she shook her head, in disbelief, laughing again. There wasn't anything else she could do.

"I'm almost fifty percent sure nothing could go wrong."Stephanie Brownwww.aniroleplay.com/DorkKnight

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