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11/21/2019 12:11 PM 

[Friend Files: Booster Gold]

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Have you ever wondered what it's like to have a Bat as a friend? No, not a bat, the animal, a Bat, capital B, with the cape, and cowl. Well, strap in friends, while we go in this overprotective ride together.
The Bat in question is one Stephanie Brown. One might think her the least intense of the Bats, and upon first inspection, you might be right.
Might being the operative word in that sentence.
On the surface, she is carefree, bubbly, and sunshine. But underneath, she fixates.
How else do you think she wormed her way into the Batfamily? It wasn't because she had the skills of the others, believe you me.
She is, however, devoted, driven, and caring. When you are one of the people she considers a friend, whether you return the sentiment or not, you cannot shake her. She is going to go out of her way to make sure you are living your best life, and if you aren't, she'll fix it, come hell or high water.
You're stuck with the kindest human equivalent of mould you could get.
Try as you might, she will always be there, she will not go away.
You could literally beat her senseless and she would come back the next day, and do anything for you. Some have tried this method.
Is it deep seated problems she needs to get seen to?
Most likely. But that's not what we're here for.
We're here to see which one of her friends is going to be forced into living their best lives.
Michael Jon Carter, fellow Gothamite, however from a little further down the line originally, was the poor sap this time.
It's always easier to poke around in friends lives when they're other supers, honestly, thanks to Bruce, and his paranoia.
Brother Eye did the watching for her, she just… occasionally used it for personal reasons.
She was concerned, ok, shut up.
It was almost entirely out of character how low he had been laying though, until he had started talking to a reporter.
Looking over the stills from the dinner dates, she nodded in appreciation. Steph wasn't blind, after all.

"Oooh-hooh, Allison, huh. You sly dog... get it, Boost."

However. In her totally not creepy at all way, she's just being a concerned and interested friend ok, from a distance, monitoring of the developing, or rather, stop starting of what should be a developing relationship, Stephanie decided it was time to get involved.
Tinkerbell needed a talking to, stat. Skeets could only pep talk so much, and she was fairly sure romance wasn't in his subdrivers, or whatever technobabble was applicable to 25th century drone sidekicks. She was dust in their time.
She knew what she must do.

"Everything doesn't have to be about fear. There's room in our line of work for hope, too."
By the time Michael shuffled into his apartment, flicked on the light, shut the door behind him and turned around, he noticed something was off about his space.
Perched on the arm of the couch, hunched under the cape, tufts of blonde poking out under the back of the cowl, white lenses illuminated, staring directly at him. It might have been intimidating, had she have been the originator of the pose, and not a 5'5", 120 odd pound woman, who, upon the initial flicker of a startled expression across burst into a fit of giggles and almost fell backwards off the arm of the chair, having to unfold herself quickly to stop it, which, frankly, looked ridiculous.
Like a black, purple and gold gargoyle exploding into flailing limbs.

"You should have seen your face!"

She eventually wheezes out, getting to her feet. Unamused, setting his belongings down, Michael shook his head and crossed to the kitchen.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of this break in, Steph?"

Tailing him, and sliding the lenses of the cowl up and away, to her preferred open eye state, she leant against the bench behind him, as he hunted through the refrigerator for… something? a reason to not have to look at the cowl wearing intruder, maybe?
Never one to beat around the bush, Stephanie, resting her hands against her small of her back jumps straight to the point.

"So, why aren't you just, like, getting with Allison?"


Jerking his head in surprise at her words, and meeting the inside of the fridge with the top of his head as he whipped around to look at her, almost bewildered, Michael frowns.


He doesn't even finish the question. Stephanie was already indicating to the pointed ears of her cowl, eyebrows raised, smiling faintly.

"-right. Bat. I forget that it's not just Him that knows everything."

"I'm not arrogant enough to say I know everything. Just the stuff I want to know. So. Spill. What's the issue? She got weird B.O or something?"

"What? No! She's… amazing. We'd be great together. I just… can't."

Staring at him blankly for a moment, Stephanie tilts her head to the side, making sure she registered what she heard correctly, straightened up, and let out a heavy sigh.

"I see. This is one of those 'Oh no, love hurts, I don't want to get hurt' things, isn't it?"

She may not have been the world's greatest detective, or even top 5 in the Batfam, but she knew enough about egos.

"I swear to go- Tinkerbell. You go to that woman right now, and you tell her that you want to give it a shot. I saw the pictures. You two were so damn happy. People deserve happiness.-"

Seeing him open his mouth to start to protest she closed the gap in the kitchen in a stride, and swatted him on the forehead.

"- No backtalk, respect your elders, future boy. Even people who think they don't deserve happiness, deserve happiness. Even the people who think, with all the mistakes they've made, all the monumental f*** ups they've made, and people who have gotten hurt because of them, deserve to be happy. Because you aren't your mistakes. They don't define you, Boost."

She started fiery, like she could punch him for thinking he didn't deserve to be happy, but softened as she went, resting her hand on his shoulder and giving it a squeeze.

"Besides. If you don't do something about it, I will."

"I'm almost fifty percent sure nothing could go wrong."Stephanie


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