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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Well, then I guess I'd have to do something about that.
Do they have superheroes where you're from?
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No... Anyone who tries to use their powers like that usually gets shut down too fast or have them taken away. Sometimes vigilantes but never people like in comics or on TV.
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Um, everyone gets to use their powers unless they're, like, real dicks with them. Or really dangerous like spontaneous combustion or pulling knives out of places knives shouldn't come from, stuff like that. Or certain powers have to get marked so people always know if you're some kind of mind-reader or teleporter or shapeshifter...
[ Which Erin has not gotten because Erin ran away from all that bullshit. ]
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That's what we call people with powers where I'm from. So... does that mean you're...?
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Does that mean I'm... what? [ There's a bit of defensiveness in there. She doesn't know what Steph's getting at but it's weird to think that different worlds might not even have these basic rules, and Erin has no idea what might out her as something wanted and strange even among her own people. Then again, if this is some sort of government conspiracy, surely the people watching already know Erin's a rogue dealer...? ]
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[ See Erin. See Erin confused. She is so confused. ]
People don't usually have powers? [ Like, yeah, there's some poor sods who are born without that can't take any powers in, but that's a minority and a handicap and all those terrible things. ] Ever?
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[ Okay, she can definitely appreciate how it'd come in handy in the whole crime fighting thing, but she - and Batman, and all his people - managed fine without it. ]
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[ This is confusing and a bit distressing. Like imagining a world where everyone only has one arm or something. ]
How... I don't get it. Wow. Seriously?
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You... you don't have them?
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Oh. [ She looks up, slight grin on her face. ] That's really weird. Superheroes but nobody has powers? How do you manage?
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Nobody stops the heroes because nobody has powers... which is why nobody stops the villains either, right? How does training help?
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I mean, we usually leave the really scary ones to the powered heroes, but we're not exactly defenseless either.
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[ Because then that obviously means home is the world they're still in. ]
So, you're a superhero with no stories at all?
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[ Pause. ]
That's not really a good story. Most of them are just kind of depressing.
[ What? It was the first thing that came to mind. ]
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Shouldn't you have stories about saving people?
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