#onetruewayne

[redplanetblueplanet]

@onetruewayne

M'gann buzzed around the kitchen as she prepared for the dinner hour. She chopped pounds of venison and vegetables, caramelized an enormous pan of onions, steamed a veritable bucket full of beets, and stirred the sauce for a full ten minutes before turning to Damian's hiding place above the refrigerator and asking, "Would you like to help me cook or are you simply enjoying the show?"

If it was the latter, perhaps she'd make him some popcorn. 

If the former? Well, she could work with that. Few people ever came to help her in the kitchen. She understood. They were busy during the day and they just wanted something to eat. But cooking for so many people was a production. And an assistant would be lovely, even for one night. 

Or maybe he had come for something else entirely.

[ravaging-rose]

@onetruewayne

All roads lead to Deathstoke, and each and every one was a no fuckin’ exit. Infuriating, considering the fact that he loved to pop up unannounced or put a bounty or five on her head just to get her attention but she could never track him down when she needed him. Rose had put out feelers of her own through all the usual channels, had burned through each of their shared contacts at least once (and missed Wintergreen more than she usually did), all to come up with fucking shit all and a whole lot of frustration. All roads lead to Deathstroke, which meant she had to hunt him down, no matter how annoying the process may be. That meant exhausting every single goddamn resource she had until everything had run dry.  “Bought you breakfast.” Rose dropped a boxed sour cream coffee cake onto one of the outdoor tables of Kafich, settling into one of the chairs and leaning back with the chair on two legs. “That shit is addictive, just as a warning. I ate two of them in one day recently.”

[spoilingstephanie]

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“ -- Did you get the book I left for you?” The next in what would likely be a neverending series of attempts to piss off the boy wonder, but Stephanie truly couldn’t help herself. She’d managed to convince him to read and watch Twilight, and so now she wouldn’t stop until she successfully managed to convince him to dive into all of the big teen sagas. Up next was The Mortal Instruments, and Stephanie figured she was still upping the ante even if he never made it past the first book considering the big fuckin’ shock delivered at the end. “We can make a little book club, y’know.” It was almost like old times. Almost. Sat up on a rooftop on a quiet night, spring breeze rustling her clock and hood. If Stephanie closed her eyes, it was almost as though they were back in Gotham: the lights of Matchak were not as bright as the city of Gotham, but the air was certainly cleaner. “Save it for rooftop chitchat when nights are lame, like this.”