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03/09/2020 04:51 PM 

[OWWP: Touch]

attention: | mentions: The Bright Knight OWWP: Touchwww.roleplayer.me/DorkKnight
"So, no lies? You're actually introducing us to your boyfriend today?"

Jordanna snatched at Steph's wrist, asking the question for what was the fifteenth time in the last hour, and almost jarring the funnel cake from the blonde's grip. Scowling slightly, recovering her hand from the brunettes wrist, she shook her head, rolled her eyes and smiled wryly, nudging Francisco in the ribs.

"Next thing she'll ask is if she looks ok, watch. More worked up about seeing him than I am…"

With an indignant huff, folding her arms, and pouting, Jordanna looked down to Stephanie's well worn sneakers, to her own fairly new, fashionable ankle boots, puffed out her cheeks and slunk over to Francisco's side.

"As long as I'm better dressed than you Freakazoid, I guess."

Rolling her eyes again and shaking her head, catching a shared look that read 'Oh Jordanna…' with Michael, Francisco took up the brunette's hand. Stephanie took a bite from her powdered sugar coated treat, then said thickly, covering her mouth with her hand as she spoke.

"I don't think we will ever have to worry about me being better dressed than you, Jor, don't panic."

As if to try to defuse the situation, or out of his own curiosity, Michael pipes up, Steph holding the plate of sweet, deep-fried, carb-loaded goodness out to them to share as he does, the boys accepting the offer, Jordanna abstaining.

"When exactly will Mr Man be getting here? You aren't exactly the best at sharing. You know. Anything. At all. Ever."

Averting her eyes, shading them from the sun and making as if she was looking across the thriving quad, currently brightly colored and filled with tents and stalls, streamers and banners, even a main stage with speakers and what would later likely be a band, she grimaced slightly at being called out like that. Is that what it felt like? No wonder people didn't like her too much…

"He's coming from Blüdhaven, so soonish, I guess? He'll find us. Well. Me. But by extension, us."

Flashing a grin after seeing the eyeroll from Jordanna, they all froze, hearing a cackle from the center of the quad, and immediate screams.
Stephanie's immediate reaction was run towards whatever the issue may have been. Craning her neck to see over the already scattering merry-makers, any remnant of the dumb blonde collage student facade had dropped, catching sight of the sackcloth mask of one of the former alumnus, Scarecrow.

"Sh*t…"

She may well have been wearing her cowl now. Face set in concentration and determination, she grabbed the wrists of Michael and Francisco, who still had Jordanna's hand, now gripping his arm, yanking them roughly between two of the brightly colored stalls, dumping her funnel cake on the ground in the process. He was going to have canisters around, for sure. It was likely they were already being dosed. She needed to keep them together long enough to get them to the Compact. It's ventilation could keep them from the worst of it. Right? Right. That was the plan she was gonna work with. If not that, the security system would take care of them.

"What are we doing? We have to get out of here?!"

Jordanna yelped. Giving her a withering glare she may or may not have picked up from a pointed cowl wearing mentor that never actually worked on Stephanie herself, she yanked her jacket off.

"I'm working on it. We gotta stick together, or you're gonna get seriously hurt. Or worse. Just trust me on this, and we should all be ok…"

"Trust you with what?"

Steph sighed heavily, explaining as she began to enact the plan.

"That's Scarecrow. We're probably already being drugged. You're gonna see and hear all sorts of horrifically frightening, nightmarish bullcrap, but this.."

Francisco eyed the jacket wearily, squeezing Jordanna's hands in what he felt was a reassuring manner. With a quick glance through the ever present messenger bag, to snag the fear gas inoculant from one of the many pockets of her utility belt as quickly as she could, without allowing the other three seeing the contents of the bag, clasping it between her teeth, and beginning to tear her jacket to strips, looping it around all of their wrists, binding them all together, with thicker strips being hastily measured up for their eyes. Seeing the plan coming together, Fransisco asked softly, almost as if he already knew the answer.

"...you've only made three blindfolds…"

"Someone's gotta lead us to safety, right?"

She grins tightly, before jamming the injector of the inoculant into her thighs, probably harder than necessary, just to be sure she pierced her jeans.

"What was that?!"

Michael yells, as she begins ensuring the blindfolds are secure, the makeshift bonds firmly in place, and slowly starts to guide them through the panicking crowds.

"Everything doesn't have to be about fear. There's room in our line of work for hope, too."
"Epi-pen. Adrenaline. Anything to help, right?"

Lying came so easily, even now. She could feel her chest tightening, breath shortening. Did it not work? Did he change his formula again?
No. No time to panic. No time to let fear get the best of her. People depended on her. If she was starting to fight panic, knowing what she was experiencing, the others were going to be in a worse condition.
Edging her way along the backs of the stalls, trying to ignore the nightmares creeping into the corners of her vision, the monsters whispering to her, pulling her blind, but not deaf, occasionally struggling charges along.
Fishing through her bag again, this time for her earbuds, whipping them a few times in a half hearted attempt to untangle them, she holds them in her teeth, before snagging her phone from her back pocket, jamming the plug into the headphone jack, and dialing 'Sweetcheeks'.
Hearing the line pick up, she opened her mouth to speak but was cut off, physically and verbally, her path interrupted by a man screaming about the flying spiders, swinging a commandeered tent post wildly, causing her to duck, almost dropping the phone as she reflexively jammed her foot into his knee, shooting it backwards, dropping him, and thusly, the threat of swung tent pole.

"Steph? Steph where are you?"

The urgency in Grayson's voice caused her to look around, as if she would see him around somewhere, swallowing hard, trying to not let her eyes linger on the wooden faces drawing closer.

"I got caught in a spot of trouble… I'm pretty sure the jab didn't work…"

Still aware enough of her situation to be vaguely coded, she hoped she would get the message across.

"You wouldn't be you if you weren't in trouble. Got your friends with you too, huh?"

Only grunting a response as she pressed on, tucking the phone into her back pocket, holding the microphone on the headphones with her already gritted teeth, she sniffed sharply.
This was stupid. Why did she call him why she was like this? So… useless, pathetic… always pathetic. Always worthless.
That's who she was. Worthless Stephanie Brown.

'They all see it, you know. It's why they leave…'

The shrouded face of Spoiler ran straight at her, grasping at her shoulders, to be knocked away with another knee-jerk, defensive maneuver, this time in the form of a savage 'Glasgow kiss', rearing her head back, and clashing her forehead into the center of 'Spoilers' face. Gasping reflexively, the smarting was enough to bring her back to the voice in her ears, over the ones in her head.

"What's your plan? Talk to me. We're on the way."

Biting down on the inside of her cheek to try to keep focus, refusing to look down at the unfortunate soul laid out at her feet, she dragged her friends around them.

"D-did you say we? I-uh. Sh*t. I'm dragging them to the Compact. Then shut the doors…"

"What else, Steph. C'mon. Stay focused."

Spotting the purple mini in the not to distant parking lot, she growled slightly, more in renewed determination, but also annoyance at the irony of what she was about to say.

"Can't say. Spoilers. Hearing still works."

After a brief pause, as if putting together what she said, in which two shadows passed over head, causing her head to snap up reflexively, catching sight of the enormous, terrifying Bat, and smaller blade wielding bird, she immediately looks away, reflexively yelping.

"Your plan involves something in the car. And they can hear you… you just saw B and Damian, huh?"

Whimpering in the affirmative, no longer in control of her breathing patterns, on the verge of a blind panic, and resisting the urge to break into a dead sprint to cover the distance to the car, wrapping the strip of fabric around her hand to remind herself what she was doing, listening for Michael, Jordanna, and Francisco.

"Hey, you're doing great. I screamed when I first saw B on the fear toxin. I'll be there soon. Just hold on."

'Just hold on. How often did you tell yourself that when He had you? How often did you think they'd come save you?'

"Shut… up…"

She hissed, now within range to unlock the Compact remotely.

"Whatever you're hearing, Steph… you keep telling it. Fight it."

"Thank you for that brilliant insight, D*ck, I would have never thought of it on my own!"

She snaps, feeling Jordanna flinch behind her. After a beat, jaw clenching and unclenching, her father laughing at her from the corner of her eye, she sniffles, swallowing hard.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean that… when I get stressed-"

"I know… you're ok…"

His voice was soft, reassuring. Safe. Taking a deep breath, she braced. If this damn dosing today had throwing all the other fears at her, even just a little, then any loud noise-
Squeezing her eyes shut, her hand now on the drivers door on the Compact, she unlocked it remotely. What should have been the usual beepbeep of central locking and alarm system disabling rang out as the whining of power drills, setting her teeth on edge, and turning her stomach. Almost doubling over, she instead reefed the door open, and starting from the end of the line, manhandled Michael, Francisco, then Jordanna into the Mini, before slamming the door shut again, and turning on the alarm system, before mule kicking the door as hard as she could.
The systems anti theft device, as rigged by Lucius Fox, was a powerful aerosolized tranquilizer.

"What was that? Stephanie? You ok?"

"Peachy keen. Just part two of the plan… putting them to sleep in the car…"

Her breaking voice told a different story. Another pause, as she slowly sank down with her back against the door, curling in on herself, resting her forehead to her knees, eyes closed.

'You're so easily replaceable. They wouldn't miss you if you vanished again. They didn't even notice the first time. You weren't ever really Robin. Just a tool, to be used until broken, or not useful anymore, and thrown away. Just watch, he'll take Batgirl from you too. Back to nobody Spoiler. Who cares about Spoiler? Who cares about Stephanie Brown? No-one. Don't you ever forget it.'

"Hey…"

A light touch to her shoulder, quickly, wisely recoiled, as the reflexive jab went in its direction, head snapping up, interrupted the rocking, and repeated muttering of 'Shut up' and 'no'.
Seeing no-one on the side that touched her shoulder, feeling her headphones being pulled at, she whipped her head to the other side, to see- nothing.
A dark mass, obstructing her vision. Putting her hand up in a panic, she realized it was a hand. In a gauntlet. Another light touch across her forehead, the other hand, brushing her hair away.

"It's me… I don't want you to freak… I'm here."

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

03/01/2020 01:38 PM 

[OWWP: Endless]

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Holding the ice pack to the side of her rapidly swelling face, the pressure of the cowl no longer holding everything in place, Stephanie sighed heavily, hunched in her seat in the Firewall, her uncovered eye resisting the urge to roll.
She had already told Wendy to clear out before Bruce rolled in after her, and Barbara popped up on the screen, as she had already begun taking parts of her suit off, and was using part of the shelving to wedge her shoulder back in place.
While the endless, shouted lecture about ‘recklessness’, and ‘needless self-endangerment’, bounced around the sterile white and lavender trimmed environment of the gifted ‘batcave-esque’ base raged on, Stephanie groaned slightly, shifting, trying to keep herself from stiffening up, the dark, almost bloody bruising, of deep mottled purple and maroon colors between her shoulders, running down under the back of her undersuit, letting out a groan. “Are you two done yet?” A pause, passing glance between the two of them.
“Yeah, I get it. Stupid sh*t means Steph gets dead again. But guess what. I didn’t die. Those kids didn’t die. And I only dislocated my shoulder and maybe tore some stuff. I’d call that a win this time. Lecture me when I die again, alright? Now if you’ll excuse me, I have an ice bath to go sit in, then I’ll patch myself up.” Shifting her weight out of the seat, biting back a groan, closing her eyes in a wince, Stephanie flicked her gauntlet at the Bat, before shuffling her way towards the Firewalls showers, absently cradling her left arm to her chest, mentally preparing it for a sling for a few days at least. “And if you think trying to get the boyfriend on my case on this one, you’re gonna be in for a bad time, because he would have done the same thing, and you both know it.”
Normally she would have pointed back at them, but right now, raising her arms to shoulder level just hurt too much.
She knew they were right.
She just didn’t want them to win this one.
’There's room in our line of work for hope, too.’

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

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