@tri-care sent a raven: let me help. - Frank Langdon to Stephanie Brown
No. Except she's already gripping the forearm that's extended towards her, leaning into the far more steady frame to try and keep her legs beneath her. How embarrassing to let some two bit goon brain her like that. Ridiculous that just the mention of her father could still startle her, reach into the contentment and good will that she'd learned to foster with people who still occasionally side eyed her.
Fair though, Stephanie side eyed them, returned the favour, fighting against the urge to pull down the fabric covering the lower half of her face so she could breathe properly. But that would be stupid, and she wasn't that. She was a lot of things that weren't great, but stupid wasn't one of them. … This week. It wasn't a serious concussion, at least she'd managed to avoid being knocked out. Especially since she'd just managed to talk Barbara into letting her take over her patrol so she could have a night in with Dick and Haley.
“We need to leave.' Not slurring, good. Super good. ”He's got really mean friends that'll be coming back for him. If you can just get me to the nearest Batburger I'll get you one as thanks and we can call it even.'
That seemed fair to her, free hand lightly patting along her side, to hip, to waist. She did have her wallet, right? With that lucky twenty dollar bill that Cass had been trying to win off of her for the past six months. She'd hate to disappoint her, but she also didn't like owing people, even if she was never going to see them again. And she definitely owed him for not being an absolute prick about the fact she'd messed this up.
Aren't you a little young?
You should leave this to the big boys.
Did you trip up because you broke a nail.
He'd been simple and to the point, a little demanding but it had been acceptable because it'd pissed her off enough to focus.
"I just need somewhere to sit and get a bite to eat, I'll be fine.'