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[written:]
You so did that on purpose. That whole family thing, and then poof. You're gone. I can't even express how unfair it is. I'll admit that I'm at a loss. Do I just roll with this? Not that I necessarily have a choice. Is this how you felt when you suddenly had Robins crawling out of the woodwork from other universes? 'cause I'd like to think you got a few gray hairs from that. I swear I found one today. It's beginning. I'm too young to feel so stressed out.
I'm not a leader, and I'm not anyone Damian is going to respect. Solo I can handle, but who's going to look out for him? Tim? Jason? Kate's more of a solo-er, too, and I don't know if she'd even want to dive into all our Bat-drama. Which other-you is the source of mostly, as you know.
[There's a pause here, and a strained breath.]
All I can do is try. For the first time, I really felt a part of this. I really was a part of it. Not just the crime fighting thing, but I understood why Tim crawled back to other-you all the time. I had something positive to compare it to. I got to work with you, and you accepted me. You were my friend, which is weird to say write. You were everything the Bruce at home wasn't to me.
Maybe the comparison doesn't really work, but I hope you know (but you can't, 'cause you're in your Gotham or you're reading this at a future date and don't remember anything) that this really sucks.
So, this is me writing you a sad, angry thing because I don't know who I can unleash all these feelings onto without really freaking out. I am a healthy person. I express my feelings. And I better stop here before this turns into a I Am Mad: Stephanie Brown Flips On Bruce Wayne When He's Not Here. That can wait for whenever you show up again.
And if any future Bruces read this, from my universe or another... last-you set the bar, even with this thing that was out of his hands. Good luck with that.
[Bats]
Can I get a what-what?
Otherwise known as... hey. What's up?
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[Outside of the castle, on the grass, Steph is on her belly and has her journal out in front of her. Her arms are folded, her head resting on them. She's kinda dozing off. Or moping. She's supposed to be out here, absorbing the energy of nature or something like that (she heard it on TV once), but the grass is just making her itchy and the temperature is making her sleepy.
Feel free to pester or step on her. Though how you can miss the purple shirt and green pants, I don't know. ;) ]
[written:]
You so did that on purpose. That whole family thing, and then poof. You're gone. I can't even express how unfair it is. I'll admit that I'm at a loss. Do I just roll with this? Not that I necessarily have a choice. Is this how you felt when you suddenly had Robins crawling out of the woodwork from other universes? 'cause I'd like to think you got a few gray hairs from that. I swear I found one today. It's beginning. I'm too young to feel so stressed out.
I'm not a leader, and I'm not anyone Damian is going to respect. Solo I can handle, but who's going to look out for him? Tim? Jason? Kate's more of a solo-er, too, and I don't know if she'd even want to dive into all our Bat-drama. Which other-you is the source of mostly, as you know.
[There's a pause here, and a strained breath.]
All I can do is try. For the first time, I really felt a part of this. I really was a part of it. Not just the crime fighting thing, but I understood why Tim crawled back to other-you all the time. I had something positive to compare it to. I got to work with you, and you accepted me. You were my friend, which is weird to say write. You were everything the Bruce at home wasn't to me.
Maybe the comparison doesn't really work, but I hope you know (but you can't, 'cause you're in your Gotham or you're reading this at a future date and don't remember anything) that this really sucks.
So, this is me writing you a sad, angry thing because I don't know who I can unleash all these feelings onto without really freaking out. I am a healthy person. I express my feelings. And I better stop here before this turns into a I Am Mad: Stephanie Brown Flips On Bruce Wayne When He's Not Here. That can wait for whenever you show up again.
And if any future Bruces read this, from my universe or another... last-you set the bar, even with this thing that was out of his hands. Good luck with that.
[Bats]
Can I get a what-what?
Otherwise known as... hey. What's up?
[/filters]
[Outside of the castle, on the grass, Steph is on her belly and has her journal out in front of her. Her arms are folded, her head resting on them. She's kinda dozing off. Or moping. She's supposed to be out here, absorbing the energy of nature or something like that (she heard it on TV once), but the grass is just making her itchy and the temperature is making her sleepy.
Feel free to pester or step on her. Though how you can miss the purple shirt and green pants, I don't know. ;) ]