Gotham Heights, Gotham City, Thursday Morning
Who knew being a teenage vigilante was a lot harder when you were trying to balance college classes (and, you know, not flunk out of freshman year), homework of the oh-yeah-this-isn't-Fandom-High-any-more volume, trying to keep your mom who worked the night shift at the hospital (one of Gotham's many) from finding out what you were up to, and actually getting an hour of sleep a night?
No, really, an hour was an actual luxury some nights.
Oh, right. Waking up in time to get to school: also on the list of challenges, but not so much this morning, when the inert lump beneath the covers sat upright so fast that stray socks and papers went flying everywhere.
"Ohmygod!" Who was around to hear that? No one, but when did that ever stop Stephanie Brown from forgetting to keep her inner monologue to herself? "I totally just dreamed I didn't exist. Whooooo, that was disturbing."
Oh, well. Time to throw on some clothes, inhale some caffeine, and head for campus.
[OOC: . . . had to. Open if you want!]
No, really, an hour was an actual luxury some nights.
Oh, right. Waking up in time to get to school: also on the list of challenges, but not so much this morning, when the inert lump beneath the covers sat upright so fast that stray socks and papers went flying everywhere.
"Ohmygod!" Who was around to hear that? No one, but when did that ever stop Stephanie Brown from forgetting to keep her inner monologue to herself? "I totally just dreamed I didn't exist. Whooooo, that was disturbing."
Oh, well. Time to throw on some clothes, inhale some caffeine, and head for campus.
[OOC: . . . had to. Open if you want!]