It's nearly 3am. And Steph can't sleep ( Read more... )

This has been one hell of a weird day.

Steph yawns as she trudges up the stairs, mind whirling. Zuko and his ... weirdness, and that note from Billy, and ... Angela's still not okay ... and what had Dick meant, looking out for her, anyway ( Read more... )

Steph's on the balcony, lying along the rail like a cat, resting her head on her hands and staring down at the iced-over lake below. One leg's wound through the railings to keep her from falling off. Her face is almost hidden in the hood of her oversized jacket - hey, you gotta keep warm somehow ( Read more... )

"Dick?" Steph says, hovering in the doorway of her room and peering at the lump on her bed which is her brother. "You okay? I brought a doctor to see you."

Steph slept in a booth for most of the morning, and now she's hovering at the door of her room, not wanting to wake Dick up but hoping he's already awake - she wants to talk to him. Conversations with doctors and shrink-types have not been reassuring.

He seems to be asleep. She curls up on her chair and waits, watching him.

Steph's cleaning up. The windows are wide open and she can hear voices from the lake, people laughing and talking; in the hall, every so often, someone runs up and down happily. The whole bar feels lighter, warmer, since the questers came back with the cure; everyone's happy.

She doesn't own that much, but she'd kinda let everything go while she ( Read more... )

Steph's lying in bed, tossing and turning, and generally being blue. Literally.

Her door is open - she hasn't got the energy to get up and close it, and besides, at least she can see people passing in the corridor that way.

If she can't get up and move soon she thinks she might go mad.