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ArtFight attack on Reddestrobin's character Bismuth!

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Holy shit, my drafts are gone! 

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December 25, 20xx, 23:05

Stephanie had left Christmas Eve night after her last present delivery. There'd been enough spottings in New York to prove to her that she needed to do this. Gotham was a hop, skip, and a jump away, her mom, her friends, they were all too close to him. Months of research had gotten her deep enough and the alias she came up with was as tight as it needed to be.

Stephanie Brown of Gotham wouldn't make the cut here, neither would Batgirl. She needed Arthur to not expect her, and what better way than to not be yourself? A temporary dye, a clever styling, and clothes that were worn, but warm enough. Not hiding behind a mask was strange, but it was necessary. She needed to face him down the line, and blending in with a mask was a little difficult.

She got in quick enough, the group was shoddy, not as tight as his last job. They thought she was some teen punk, and that's exactly what she needed. No one was letting her in to see the boss, so she'd just have to find a way in. She'd already tagged several shipments and her camera was catching everything, every face, every thug. This was more intel than Steph would know what to do with this in normal situations, so maybe it was better she was broadcasting everything back to Oracle. Hopefully Babs stuck to her end of things as well.

"Hey kid!" Stephanie looked up, rubbing her nose with her arm.

"Yeah?" Her Gotham accent was dropped, picking up something less noticeable and more northern, but a little heavy from the looks she'd gotten early on. She had to work side by side with them to keep her head down.

"He needs extra hands up top. Move your ass." 

She grabbed the next load and headed up to the roof. There was no one there but lone man in a trench coat, staring out at the skyline. The door closed and barred behind her. Crap.

"Merry Christmas, Stephanie."

"Merry Christmas, Daddy." The batarangs were out of her hand before he could turn, but as some man dropped, all she heard was her father's laughter. Crap.

"You know, I wasn't expecting you like this. Your mother is going to hate what you did to your hair." 

"She'll live." Stephanie tossed her head, the hat she'd worn falling to the ground while she pulled her bo staff out, extending it with a hard flick of the wrist. Where was he? Steph would kill for any of her gadgets right now, her cowl, something besides her staff and a few smuggled 'rangs.

"Now she will-" 

"Because of me, goddammit, and not you." Her tone was full of hate and disgust as she interrupted him.

"Not me? Not the man who took her to get clean when I could? Who the hell paid the bills? Batman?"

"He's twice the man you'll ever be, you know that? Helluva lot better dad, too."

"Is that why he let you die? Now, now, sweetheart, you can't blame me for that."

"Yeah, then you exposed me. You exposed Mom. You know the shit that put her through?"

"Crystal was awake for it all? That's a surprise."

"Shut up!" There was movement behind her and Stephanie turned. He caught her staff and smiled back at her.

"You shouldn't be awake either. Did you think about my offer? The staff says no, but I think you're going to change your mind." Arthur tried to yank the staff from her hands, but she pulled back too quickly, taking a fighting stance.

"Stay the Hell away from me and Mom."

"Just join me. She'll be safe then."

"Fat chance." She spat at him.

"Too bad." The gun was out before she could react and the bullet hit her high in the leg. You've had worse, she tried to tell herself. You've had death, and you kept going. Run. Please, run. Somehow she managed to get moving, leaving a trail of blood behind her as she did, missing a second shot. "I guess you won't get to stick around for all the fun then."

"Like I'd want to." Steph growled. She'd made it behind the small rooftop stairwell opening. It was old brick and scattered with bullet holes already. Carefully, she tried to glance around the corner and narrowly missed his next bullet. Shit.

"You sure, babydoll? I think having the former Batgirl working at my side could give me some, hmm, interesting situations." His voice grew closer and she slipped to the other side. "Or I could just sell you to the highest bidder, get you out of my hair for good."

She actually laughed at that. "Like you'd let someone else take your things."

Oh, that struck a nerve and he shot at the wall. "You're not my thing, Stephanie, you're my daughter, and you will listen to me!"

"I'm not even that now..." She made a silent run around the roof and came up behind him. Her leg burned, but she ignored it.

"Wha-" He barely managed to get it out before she kicked him hard in the back, his gun skittering across the roof. They struggled until he got the upper hand, near the edge. He slammed her hard into the floor beneath them. Stephanie glared up at him as he laughed in her face.

"You're mine and if you want to live, you'll join me."

Then she kneed him in the balls. 

He was off of her then, doubled over in protest. She tried to sit up, to drag herself out of his range, but too soon he recovered. And there he was, standing over her with his gun retrieved.

"Shoot me!" Stephanie demanded, knowing he couldn't, or wouldn't. As he aimed his gun at her face, something slammed into him and the gun went off again into the night air. Another struggle, but Steph couldn't see, she'd lost so much blood. She was vaguely aware of someone over her again before everything went black.

...

The next thing she knew, she was in Gotham, awake, with a cast on her leg.

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"Tim Drake, if you please answer your rudding phone before I just come over.... this is Cassie.... your voice mail is annoying..."

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Damian's hands flew over the keyboard, eyes narrowed slightly as they flickered over the screen of his laptop. He was seated on the floor (Father wouldn't approve), shoulders hunched forwards. His hands suddenly stilled, head tilting towards the door.

"Tt. It is a wonder you have lived this long, Drake. I heard your approach quite clearly. And your lack of directional skills have also become apparent. The exit is--"

"--over there."

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In a purple envelope inside of a silly card with a cat was a hand written card that gave Tim a Get Out Of Argument Free card that was only good for use with Stephanie, as well as:

Then her card actually read, "Well I think I'm funny. Maybe we'll try not to fight this year. This should be enough to get you a burger, so don't waste it because of my bad joke. You'll probably like the other card better. Love From, Steph"

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could be interesting?

//yeah, i have an account for one, but i tend to forget to check up on it.