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[blondevigilante]

WHO: Stephanie and OPEN to those who know where Dick lives
WHERE: Dick and Damian's place
WHEN: Backdated to the FIRST OF NOVEMBER
WARNINGS: none
SUMMARY: Steph's hurt and still trying to avoid a certain Black Bat
FORMAT: Quick-action

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[batghoul]

[There was a soft knock on the door, and without waiting for a response, it opened a crack and a familiar face peeked through.]

Hi.

[blondevigilante]

[Stephanie can't help the flush of her cheeks as Cass pops her head in]

Hey. Coming in?

[batghoul]

Oh. Um. Yeah.

[She slips inside, trying to avoid looking at Steph. She can read body language, after all, and that makes it even more awkward. She thrusts a bag toward her friend.]

Brought you, um. Some cookies.

[blondevigilante]

Oh!

[She takes the bag and sets it aside. Now it was time for some awkward silence and then scooting over]

You can sit. I won't, I mean, it's a free country and all.

[Wow she suddenly became twelve again.]

[xuffasch]

( damian's in his usual his usual corner, messing with blueprints and engine parts. after some time, he turns to give steph a derisive look. )

Why are you still in my house.

[blondevigilante]

You have better cable.

[And a certain male had opened his home which kept her from having to actually go back to her own home]

What are you putting together?

[xuffasch]

Yes, and you're a freeloader who has outstayed what little welcome you had.

...none of your business.

[blondevigilante]

Talk to Dick then.

[She's scooting closer and you'll learn to like it!]

I lost my bike to one of those spawn things. I really should have a funeral for her.

[batmantled]

[ He's been working on giving her a little space, since she's been here. Working on it, and as it turns out busy enough with the end of the world and the other patient in residence that avoiding the temptation to meddle so far has been as simple as putting on the suit and leaving the house. Or going upstairs and sitting with Babs as long as she can stand him there.

But now the garbage needs to be taken out. And the dishes need to be washed. And taking the opportunity to ice the bad arm now while nobody else is around to cluck is increasingly looking like the more attractive option.

So he wanders into the living room with the bag in hand and takes the initiative to plop himself down beside her. Two seconds in and he's eying that remote already. ]

...You watching this?

[blondevigilante]

[She can feel him eyeing the remote and moves the controller to her other side and slides it under her leg just in case]

This is quality entertainment.

How's Babs?

[batmantled]

[ God what a cheater. He lets out a heavy, half-resigned sigh and wraps the makeshift ice pack around the bandage instead. ]

Could always make the trek up the stairs and ask her yourself. [ hint hint ]

[blondevigilante]

Stairs are not my friend right now.

[Plus Babs might want to talk]

Come on, you have the skinny so give me and update.