[Thread; semi-Closed] Old faces, New fears
Who: Stephanie Brown (the fourth Robin), Jonathan Crane, maybe a few of her fellow vigilantes later to help her out
Where: Gotham City, the streets and creepy buildings
When: Right after the Scarecrow Toxin plot thingy
Summary: Steph needs to get back in the game. She's been patrolling the phased version of Gotham looking for some way to get back to her real home and is completely and blissfully unaware of the damage Crane has done to the people of the complex. Prepare for toxin.
Warnings: SORRY SORRY SORRY! real life got in the way. there will be violence, oh yes, and possibly some language not fit for young ears.
Steph had been roaming these streets on her own for longer than she could recall. Seeing Tim's face always left her feeling crushed and she couldn't even bring herself to approach the Batman-that-was-not-hers. He was Bruce but he wasn't Bruce. Maybe that's what she was really doing out here. Looking for the only real and good father figure she had ever known. The wise one, the kind one. All she wanted was to go home, to see her mother even. Make sure the daughter she had given away was alright.
She felt so lost in the complex. So alone. It wasn't hard to make friends but she just didn't have the heart to do it. Besides, what's the point of wearing the cape when everyone knows the person behind the mask? Out here she could still be Robin and not Stephanie. She liked it better that way.
And so Robin stalked the night, on lookout for anything suspicious and a way to get home.
Where: Gotham City, the streets and creepy buildings
When: Right after the Scarecrow Toxin plot thingy
Summary: Steph needs to get back in the game. She's been patrolling the phased version of Gotham looking for some way to get back to her real home and is completely and blissfully unaware of the damage Crane has done to the people of the complex. Prepare for toxin.
Warnings: SORRY SORRY SORRY! real life got in the way. there will be violence, oh yes, and possibly some language not fit for young ears.
Steph had been roaming these streets on her own for longer than she could recall. Seeing Tim's face always left her feeling crushed and she couldn't even bring herself to approach the Batman-that-was-not-hers. He was Bruce but he wasn't Bruce. Maybe that's what she was really doing out here. Looking for the only real and good father figure she had ever known. The wise one, the kind one. All she wanted was to go home, to see her mother even. Make sure the daughter she had given away was alright.
She felt so lost in the complex. So alone. It wasn't hard to make friends but she just didn't have the heart to do it. Besides, what's the point of wearing the cape when everyone knows the person behind the mask? Out here she could still be Robin and not Stephanie. She liked it better that way.
And so Robin stalked the night, on lookout for anything suspicious and a way to get home.