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02/24/2020 03:06 PM 

[OWWP: Casualties]

attention: | mentions: Batman, Tim Drake OWWP: Casualtieswww.roleplayer.me/DorkKnight
"Batman…?"

Her voice weak, eyes barely open.

"Shh, you shouldn't try to speak, Stephanie. Save your strength."

Even in this state she wasn't going to listen to him. She had things to say.

"But I screwed up so bad… it was all me. I started this war…"

The shifting of a chair, soft rippling of a cape. She can't move to look, but she's sure he's sitting by her bedside.

"I know. But there's no need to worry about that now, we took care of-"

"You were so right to fire me. I'm such an idiot…"

Stephanie interrupts. Before Batman can respond, she continues babbling. Even like this, or perhaps more so because of it, Stephanie Brown's train of thought is all over the place.

"Does Tim hate me?"

A stark reminder that after everything, she is still just a sixteen year old girl, worried about boys. Replying quicker than he could have thought possible, almost harshly, as if it were a stupid question.

 

"No, of course not. He adores you. Always has."

A brief pause falls over the room, the sound of the seat shifting again, a weight next to her hand. Was he going to hold her hand? Batman doesn't hold hands. Her fingers twitch lightly in response and she speaks again, as if to cut off a serious gesture. Maybe if she did, it meant it wasn't as bad in here.

"Everything doesn't have to be about fear. There's room in our line of work for hope, too."
"I have a baby. Did you know that? She not mine anymore but-"

"Don't worry, Stephanie. She'll never want for anything. I promise."

Did Batman just promise her he'd look after her daughter? Oh. It is bad. Maybe she should have let him hold her hand.
After another long stretch of silence, she spoke softly.

"...Batman?"

"I'm still here. I'm not going anywhere…"

Oh. It was so bad. He didn't Batman on her. Forcing her eyes open, she grit her teeth, and decided to ask a question that had been eating at her.

"When you let me be Robin, it wasn't just some kind of trick was it? A way to get Tim to come back? Or a way to show me I wasn't cut out for the job?"

"Stephanie, I-"

He paused. She shifted her gaze from his to the ceiling, eyes welling with tears, knowing full well what that pause meant. He was trying to find a way to justify within himself to lie to a dying girl.

"Was any of it real? Was I ever really Robin?"

This time there was no pause. Another snap response, like it was a stupid question.

"Of course you were."

Letting her eyelids slide closed again, and letting out the breath she didn't know she had been holding, she sighed softly.

"Good. Then I really was part of it, part of the legend, even if only for a little while. No-one can take that away from me."

"No matter what."

Batman murmurs softly, almost to himself, after she finishes.

"I think I need to rest now…"

Stephanie Brown finishes, the held back tears easily sliding down her cheeks, as the slow beeping of the ECG ceases, droning to a flatline.
Another of the casualties of the war she started.
One more casualty to his crusade.
A second Dead Robin.

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

02/21/2020 07:44 PM 

[OWWP: Freefall]

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Standing with the toes of her boots poking over the head of the gargoyle, Steph closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. 'Hold, two… three… and release…' Slowly exhaling through parted lips that tweaked at the corners into a smile at what was to come, she simply leant forward, and fell.
Adjusting her body as she quickly went into a freefall, plummeting head first down the side of Wayne Tower, a streak of blonde, eggplant and black (or darker purple, depending on who you asked). This fall was well practiced, and had a purpose. The rush of wind, and sensation of weightlessness, removed everything else in the world. Stress from upcoming exams? Gone.
Mind block on a case? Not anymore.
Urge to throttle the rest of the Batfamily? Currently forgotten.
She knew the exact moment when to open her eyes, and pull out of the fall.
The jolt hitting her stomach upon opening her eyes and seeing the pavement approaching at fatal velocity was something she would never get used to, the grin widening, adrenaline coursing through her as she drew the grapple and fired, pulling off to the side at the last possible second before becoming a puddle of Steph Splat.
Could this go wrong one day? Sure, but so could being a vigilante.
Isn't every day really a freefall?
’There's room in our line of work for hope, too.’

02/19/2020 12:14 PM 

[For Alfred;]

attention: | mentions: Alfred Pennyworth For Alfred;www.roleplayer.me/DorkKnight
Looking down at the tea tray, cups, saucers and teapot all laden upon it as it sat upon the counter top, Stephanie sniffled sharply.
It felt like only yesterday she was a ghost, returning from the dead, sending it crashing to the ground as she entered the cave, to Alfreds surprise. Letting it crash to the ground, the Butler, to Stephanie's surprise, rushed to her, and took up her hands.
"Everything doesn't have to be about fear. There's room in our line of work for hope, too."
Those very hands now took up the tea tray, and with a slight tremble, turned to face the door. Squaring her shoulders, she spoke as firmly as her breaking voice would allow.

"We've all done it. Now you do it. You walk through that door. You walk through that door right now and make me drop this tray, so help me Go-"

Her voice gave out as the tears began to fall, shoulders slumping, hanging her head.

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

02/10/2020 07:01 PM 

[OWWP: Lust]

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Clashing bodies writhing together, breathing heavily. Straining, grunting, sweating.
Coming together heavily as they hit the ground, hands too busy grappling with each other to break the fall, Steph reflexively giggles. "Oh this is funny, huh?" Grayson's mouth now hovers over hers. Taking the opportunity, she mashes her lips to his, cutting off anything else he might have been beginning to say. Feeling his grip on her ease, she rolls them, shifting position, as one of his hands begins to tangle itself in her hair.
Slowly rearing back up, pushing on his shoulders, she broke into a grin, watching the realization spread across his face. "....no..." "I win~" She sing songs, leaning down to give him a quick peck, and swinging herself off his prone form, back to her feet. "That's not how it works!" "Says the loser!" "You're lucky we aren't playing Twister." "Oh baby, break out the spinner, I'll beat you at that game too. Let me just go change first…" After a pause, in which Grayson sits up, narrowing his eyes at Stephanie.
"....playing dirty…" "Not my fault you haven't decided to weaponise my lust for you yet, bird brain. Learn to fight fire with fire."
’There's room in our line of work for hope, too.’

02/05/2020 10:13 PM 

[OWWP: Shame]

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Steph hated this. She knew where this was going, and she wanted to leave.
But every time the topic of family came up in the friend group, Stephanie always found a way to weasel her way out of the conversation. This time, as if they wanted to stop that, they brought it up in a moving vehicle (as if jumping from the car wasn't something Steph would do to avoid, well, anything she didn't want to do, really. But that's a different story). "Ok, but, really. What's the deal with your dad, Steph? Honestly."
Jordanna twists from her seat in the front to look back at her, resting her chin across her arm, along the back of the head rest. In a drawn out pause, in which Steph collected her thoughts, hand wandering to the car door, the idea of a tuck and roll more and more appealing, she sighs slowly.
"He was a criminal-" 'with a psychological tick that made him leave clues behind after his crimes, but he got cured of that, not the crime part thought, nono, rehabilitation only works so much, that used me as a pawn in his schemes, tried killing me repeatedly, killed dozens of people, faked his death several times now, was behind all the sh*t that went down at the college a little while back to try and make me 'better' at my job because he 'made' me what I am-' "-with an ugly orange costume who's dead now-" 'totally not sitting in Blackgate right this second, absoluetly not planning some new bullsh*t to f*** with me.'
Jordanna frowned, saying nothing, as Steph rolled the window up and down absently. Francisco speaks softly. "Hey, my dad isn't great either… but he's still my dad…" "There's a difference between gambling debt and being a murderer who uses their child as a bargaining piece to try to make Batman and Robin do his dirty work, god damn it." Slamming her fist into the door panel, sitting up stiffly, Stephanie snaps. They sit in silence for a moment, in which Steph hangs her head, running her hands through her hair, clearing her throat, and sniffing sharply. "Listen, can we just, not talk about my dad ever again, please? I've done a lot of things I'm not proud of. But nothing brings me more… just, skin crawling shame like carrying his name…"
’There's room in our line of work for hope, too.’

02/01/2020 02:13 PM 

[OWWP: Nostalgic]

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"Mom have you seen my-" Poking her head into the war zone that was a bedroom, Crystal cut her off. "Whatever it is you're asking about, dear, no. I stopped coming in here when I decided I didn't want to see anything anymore. You're on your own on this one." Puffing her cheeks out in annoyance from her kneeling position on the floor next to her double bed, Stephanie threw back the purple (because of course) sheets to continue her search under the bed.
Yanking several boxes out with force, she dumped them out all over the floor, as Crystal moved along, shaking her head. Among the contents now strewn across her carpet were several 'locked' diaries (who was anyone kidding, those locks never kept anyone out) and a beat up note book.
Curiosity got the better of her.
She had a pretty good idea what would be in diaries.
'My dad sucks, Dean is an a**hole, Robin is cute' maybe even some 'Robin gets to know everything about me, but I don't even know his name. It's ok, I love him though' which, frankly, made her cringe just a bit, but the beat up note book was calling to her. As soon as she flipped it open, and saw written in her own looping handwriting.

'Robin's War Journal. Day One. I made it! I'm in! He called me Robin! Me! It's official!'

Everything inside her ran both hot, then cold in second. The immediate reaction was to snap the book shut. Fling it across the room. Burn it. Anything but to keep holding onto it. However, driven by a strange, almost morbid curiosity, she flicked through the pages again, finding the last page with anything written on it.

'Robin's War Journal. Day Seventy-One. Seventy-One! Three long weeks off duty.'

She couldn't read any further. She remembered the day clearly. She was fired. Again. Looking back now, it was perfectly reasonable. She was told to stay put, Batman had the situation handled. She didn't stay put, and she almost permanently blinded him. Robin for ten weeks, and wasn't even on duty for three of them? He was definitely only humoring her when he told her she was really Robin. Stephanie didn't even count herself as Robin. Looking at the 'War Journal' in her hands, she knew what she had to do.
Slowly pushing herself to her feet, tiptoeing around the minefield that was her bedroom now, whatever she was searching for long forgotten, she scooped up her bag heading for the front door as Crystal peered over the newspaper from the kitchen table. "Back later. Don't worry about my room, I'll fix it later, loveyoubye!" There was an odd nostalgic feeling about trying to be deliberately sneaky in the Batcave, after not having had to break into it for a few years, and being given permission to be there, to use things.
But in this case, she didn't want to be seen, or have to explain herself. Even leaving the Compact well away from the cave and making the entrance on foot was almost like being back in high school. Making the entry, she made a break for the console that housed the Batcomputer, and along with a purple sticky note stuck to the front, left the notebook there, before making her mad dash exit before being caught. In the same looping handwriting, written on the sticky note:
'Put this wherever you put my suits.'
’There's room in our line of work for hope, too.’

01/19/2020 02:27 PM 

[OWWP: Eclipse]

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Startled awake by the sound of her window sliding open, Stephanie sat bolt upright in bed, grabbed the nearest object to her from the nightstand and hiked it across the room. “Ow!” Even in the dark, Stephanie knew her room well enough to be able to hit her mark.
However, she knew the voice. Sniffling before she cleared her throat to speak, her voice croaky. “Nightwing?” Hearing the movement continue, and the window slip shut again, the ‘intruder’ spoke. “How many other people crawl through your window, you dork? You threw something at me!” Sniffling again, pulling her knees up to her chest, she mumbled into the comforter. “I was sleeping… You startled me…”
The light flicked on, Grayson smiling warmly over at her. “Well, you’re sick. So I brought you sick person food.” Crossing to sit on the bed with her, putting the bag in his hand next to her, he looked across to see what she threw at him, before slowly turning his head to stare back at her. “Stephanie, does that book say 'Eclipse' on it? Are you reading Twi-”
“I’M SICK OK, LEAVE ME ALONE!”
’There's room in our line of work for hope, too.’

01/19/2020 01:16 PM 

[OWWP: Tradition]

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Dropping the bag in front of the youngest Wayne as he sat, running a whetstone along the blade of his prized sword, Stephanie put her hands on her hips, grinning down at him with wicked intent.

“It has recently come to my attention that you have yet to be informed of the tradition, Gremlin.”

Not even raising his eyes from the blade, turning his entire body away from the blonde with a dismissive tut, Damian huffs.

“If you are involved with it Brown, it’s hardly a tradition worthy of anything.”

Rolling her eyes and shifting her weight to one leg, unphased by the barbs by now, she continued.

“This is a proud, and mighty tradition, young man! One you must partake in if you wish to call yourself a TRUE Robin. Started by Grayson himself!

His shoulders stiffen slightly. She had him on the hook. Now to just reel him in.

“But I understand if you’re too afraid. Not everyone is brave enough-”

She didn’t have to finish. Whipping around, sword pointed at her, eyes narrowed.

“I am no coward Brown, and I am the only true Robin. What is this 'Tradition'?”

“Weeeelllll”

She pushed the blade aside, unphased, and tipped the bag out, the grin as wide as the Cheshire Cat.

"Everything doesn't have to be about fear. There's room in our line of work for hope, too."
“You ready?”

She whispered, looking down at Damian as they crept into position. His skepticism remained, yet he followed along, the prompting of ‘true Robin’ status doing it’s job from the one he considered a ‘non Robin’.

“I am always ready, Brown.”

Handing him the paper bag, Stephanie peered around the corner, checked the time, and looked back to Damian.

“You understand the plan?”

An annoyed tutting, his cheeks puffing out.

“I’m not a simpleton.”

"Alright, alright. Because the timing has to be perfect. We only have a few second window for this to work. He’ll still be drowsy and have his guard down, but the second we drop the smoke-”

Sighing and rolling his eyes at her, Damian just shook his head slightly.

“Yes, I know. You’ve said. Repeatedly.”

“I want your first bat-prank to go right, ok? So sue me.”

She hissed. Hearing the door click open down the hall, and instinctively slapping each other repeatedly on the arm, the plan was sprung.
Both Stephanie and Damian barreled down the hallway, Stephanie pelting a smoke pellet at the feet of the still waking up Bruce Wayne.
As she continued to run past him, following up with a water balloon filled with glue, hearing it hit its sleepy, confused mark.
Damian finished up, following through with the paper bag, flinging its contents on him.

“Good morning Father!”

She could almost have sworn there was a laugh in his voice as he said it.

Reaching the end of the hall, she pushed Damian onwards, as the smoke began to clear.

“You’re a real Robin now. Be free, little bird. Time for me to do my real part here.”

”STEPHANIE!”

Came the roar from behind them.
Frowning in confusion, Damian was silenced before he could speak.

“It’s my job as former Robin to get you into trouble, and out of it. Now go. I’ll send you a picture of his face…”

Turning and grinning back down the hall she shoved Damian again.

“Heeey B…. I love the new look. The feathers and glitter are a bit out of character for you, but I like them…”

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

01/18/2020 09:17 PM 

[OWWP: Reunion]

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"And I have to admit you done… admirab—"
SLAP
Her arm moved reflexively, reaching to his words.
The shock of seeing the face of a dead man unmasking before her didn't last long as she quickly realized that everything in the last few days, the break in at Wayne Industries, the non-Amazo-Amazo she and Proxy had been tracking, the ambush on her person, had all been a test.
Another one of his god-damned games.
The shock, and for a split second, relief, that Bruce wasn't dead, was very quickly overwhelmed by the anger at still being a damn pawn to him, even when he was 'dead'.
The reflexive slap across his face stunned the both of them.
After a beat of stunned silence, in which the offending (heroic?) hand flew to Steph's mouth, covering it, before she turned on her heels and ran.
Ran for her life.
Probably not the reunion he was he expecting from someone who had been equally dramatic in their return from death.
Before fleeing the parking lot, Stephanie called out.
"I'm glad you're not dead!"
’There's room in our line of work for hope, too.’

01/18/2020 05:48 PM 

[OWWP: Haunted]

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The dull whine of the drill as it tore through her flesh. Jagged scraping of a scalpel against her gums. Bright, white pain and mocking taunts, implications of her 'real use', before blackness repeating nightly, leaving her waking in a cold, panic ridden sweat, looking up at the roof of the tent. "You're safe, Stephanie. No-one can hurt you anymore…" Leslie would coo softly, smoothing her hair back gently as she changed the bandages. Stephanie believed her. Until the cycle repeated every night, leaving her haunted by the folds of the tent roof. ’There's room in our line of work for hope, too.’

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