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09/07/2019 10:20 PM 

[Habits: Drabble]

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Ricochet drop off in the woods a block from home.
Remotely return to base.
Zigzag through the backyards, hopping fences, avoiding dogs, dancing the line that was edges of the motion sensor security lights that would light up the sleepy pre dawn suburb.
Done hundreds of times, in every weather condition, Stephanie could have done the 'Get home from patrol' obstacle course in her sleep.
Realistically, she may have a few times, with some of the boot camps Cass put her through.
Slipping over her own back fence, into her backyard, she could have just walked through the back door. It wasn't like her mother didn't know about the whole Batgirl thing these days, even if she was home, but old habits were hard to break.
Climbing up the ever so carefully maintained lattice work, originally meant for some sort of vegetable garden, that just never seemed to take for some reason, Steph crawled up onto the first storey roof, before sliding her bedroom window open, and slipping inside.
"Everything doesn't have to be about fear. There's room in our line of work for hope, too."
Before her boots even touched the carpet, she was pulling the cowl away from her face, to throw it haphazardly at her bed with a weary sigh, ruffling her matted hair with the gauntlet.
It would take ninety seconds for her to completely suit up for an emergency call out. For a post patrol 'Everything hurts, I don't even want to move anymore, oh god why' removal, it could take up to ten minutes, assuming there were no injuries.
Once Steph had taken her sweet time to free herself, have a shower, and slip some pajamas on, the sun had well and truly risen.
Squinting against the beams of golden light streaming through her window, drawing the curtains, she fell face first into her bed, feet hanging off the end, taking hold of the cowl as she did so, bringing her hand next to her face, looking into the empty eyeholes of it.

"I swear if they expect a daylight call out today they're sh*t outta lu-"

She was asleep before she could finish her smartass remark.
Not a bad way for an overworked, over tired college student to spend a Saturday, really.

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

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