Stephanie Brown (
mysunnydisposition) wrote in
driftfleet2015-02-18 06:11 pm
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one little bat
Who: Stephanie Brown
Broadcast: Fleetwide video
Action: HS Marsiva
When: 2/18
[ Focus on Steph's face as she starts to wake up. She wrinkles her nose, groans softly as she rolls onto her side... and then her eyes snap open. ]
What the...?
[ The camera pulls out as she sits up, looking down at herself. She's still in her costume, hood and cowl pulled back, not in a hospital gown, no tubes or needles attached to her anywhere. The costume's even in one piece. And-- ]
Nothing hurts. [ It's muttered, to herself - she's still a little too disoriented to realize she's being filmed. ] Why does nothing...
[ She presses a hand experimentally against her left shoulder. No pain, no blood or bullet wound... A slight lump under the fabric of her costume that might be a scar, but it seems long healed. What. The hell.
Steph rolls out of the cot, getting to her feet slowly like she's afraid she'll fall over. She's fine, though. Totally fine. At least, until she finally notices the big viewing windows looking out on the void. She exhales slowly, eyes wide, as she approaches the window. ]
Okay. So either this is random neurons firing while my brain shuts down, or... we're not in Gotham anymore.
Broadcast: Fleetwide video
Action: HS Marsiva
When: 2/18
[ Focus on Steph's face as she starts to wake up. She wrinkles her nose, groans softly as she rolls onto her side... and then her eyes snap open. ]
What the...?
[ The camera pulls out as she sits up, looking down at herself. She's still in her costume, hood and cowl pulled back, not in a hospital gown, no tubes or needles attached to her anywhere. The costume's even in one piece. And-- ]
Nothing hurts. [ It's muttered, to herself - she's still a little too disoriented to realize she's being filmed. ] Why does nothing...
[ She presses a hand experimentally against her left shoulder. No pain, no blood or bullet wound... A slight lump under the fabric of her costume that might be a scar, but it seems long healed. What. The hell.
Steph rolls out of the cot, getting to her feet slowly like she's afraid she'll fall over. She's fine, though. Totally fine. At least, until she finally notices the big viewing windows looking out on the void. She exhales slowly, eyes wide, as she approaches the window. ]
Okay. So either this is random neurons firing while my brain shuts down, or... we're not in Gotham anymore.

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She takes a deep breath. ]
Since Bla- Since that time when all the gangs went crazy?
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Were you going to say Black Mercy, or Black Mask?
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It was kind of. Last night. For me.
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It's going to be okay. I can't get to where you are right now, but in a few days, they'll assign you a ship - not mine, we're already full - and I can come and see you then. If I could...
You're going to be okay.
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Well, I'm not bleeding to death anymore, so that's... more okay than I expected.
[ She hunches her shoulders, curling in on herself a little. Suddenly all she wants is to be in the same place as her friends. And a hug. She could really use a hug. ]
Is Cass on your ship too?
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[ There are things she wants to ask, about what she did and what happened afterward... but she figures she'll try and save that for somewhere at least slightly more private. A few days. A few days, and she can see him and Cass for real. She can wait that long. ]
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I. Uh. I'm sorry you got pulled into this. But it's good to have the... backup.
[He should have said 'company,' but he chickened out.]
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And it's not your fault I'm here. If you... [ She falters for a second, looking down. ] If you think I can help, you've got it.
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This isn't a good time for it. Not all the details. But... I trust you.
And he trusts you, too. You earned it.
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Yeah. Okay. Later, right?
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