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[spoilingstephanie]

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If she was being honest, Stephanie hadn’t really taken the time to get to know her way around the castle just yet other than the bare necessities. It had been pretty low on her list of priorities, and to be honest she’d been pretty busy. She was still newish to the Mousehole and Sokovia in general; her job in Matchak was taking up a lot of her time, as were Spoiler-related-activities, and what free time she had left was special. She would figure out her way around eventually, and winging things had always been her specialty. …And that was exactly how she’d found herself turned around. Again. To no one’s surprise except maybe a little bit of her own. Stephanie sighed, long and dramatic as she pursed her lips and paused. “Okay Stephanie,” she mumbled to herself as she took a quick look around her surroundings to try to look for some kind of clue as to which way she was headed. The armory had been the goal, looking for Helena to try to sweet talk her (again) into letting her give that big ol’ sword a try. “Are we going right, or are we going left?” She hummed to herself for a moment as she thought, and then shrugged. “Right it is.” And almost right into someone else who’d been right around the corner. Stephanie came to a skidding stop, hand on the stone castle wall beside her. “Jesus fucking –” she began as she quickly regained her balance, and then her eyes settled just on who it was. Fuck. Awesome. Perfect. Bruce Wayne, Batman, who happened to still be pretty low on the list of people she’d like to run into. The lowest of the low, actually. Below that, even. “ … Hey,” she began with an exhale, steadying herself and taking a solid step back. “Right was the wrong choice. Definitely should’ve gone left.” More to herself than him, but then: “Sorry.”

[spoilingstephanie]

@gothamwaynes “Do you have a minute?” This time, it was actually Batman that Stephanie was seeking out on the second subfloor rather than accidentally bumping into him on her search for Helena. Avoidance had been the name when it came to the Bat for....a long time now, almost felt strange to be actively, purposefully seeking him out. That would explain the nervous energy, the way her hands were twisting together behind her back before she stuffed them in her pockets, thumbnail of her right hand picking at the seam. Their last conversation certainly could’ve gone worse, which was a good thing. Had to keep putting one foot in front of the other, swallow down the Stephanie Brown specialty of screwing everything up by talking too much and too fast and putting her fucking foot in her mouth. “Or, well, a few.” She kept her expression on the more pleasant side of neutral, something kind-of-like-a-smile turning the corners of her lips upwards as she bounced up onto the balls of her feet and then back down onto flat foot. “If you’re busy I can come back some other time. Probably shoulda asked to come by first, but, y’know.” Not the Stephanie Brown way. He’d know that.