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Starter Call
"Yeah, yeah" Stephanie yawned, abit dramatically, just to prove her annoyence. "I get it. You're the type that makes Dracula want to suck his own blood."
Rolling her eyes, "I mean, honestly where did you learn how to talk? A textbook on the Antebellum?"
↳ Jesus weeps a sea when the devil gloats — Ophelia will surface when at last she bloats
Indie.Multi-Verse. 10+ Years of RP. — Mun 24. Cis-F. Bi. UTC-0:5:00 (Eastern Time Zone) Spoiler. Robin. Spoiler. Batgirl. Spoiler.
STEPHANIE BROWN
If Stephanie wants to mess with the future, should there be a...Spoiler Alert? *ba dum tsk*
“Ugh. It isn’t as if I haven’t heard that before!”
Batgirl, if you had transformed into a being of divine light and your radiance can purify any and all dark souls (to get rid of the bad thoughts and emotions that people have basically), how different would your life be soon after if that turn of events happened today?
“I would be freaking the fuck out. I mean, look, it would be good and all to be a divine light but I’m not Azrael. People are allowed to have thoughts. That’s their own private little realm and I don’t want any part of okay. It isn’t for me to decide what they can think or not.”
I have risen from the dead
And here to super apologize to everyone
Stone cold Steph, stone cold.
Once you get this you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly, and send it to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable). SPREAD POSITIVITY! ♡
(I’m a favorite follower? ♥♥♥♥)In character: “I make killer waffles. Bruce should totally hire me to cater to his stupid fancy balls. Think about it? These fancy people coming and they’re expecting high end and super small food...What do they get? Waffles. I’m very creative, especially on patrol. Bruce may not always agree but heh, if it gets the job done. I’m a wicked driver. My sewing skills have improved—watch out Alfred!. I like to think that I bring laughter into an otherwise no-fun allowed zone.” OOC: (I read pretty fast and can analyze difficult text; once you read Hegel you never go back. I like to think that I’m creative. I can bake! I made a rainbow cake once! And I got a sort of green thumb)
Blood & Waffles
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“Waffles?” Stephanie screeched. Stephanie really should control her temper, her emotions, and her voice but shit goes out the window when a certain someone ends up bleeding all over the floor of her secret hideout. It wasn’t like she hadn’t housed other crime fighters, people she considered her family but they all had the courtesy to at least ask her before dropping by and they weren’t damaged or bleeding as well. I really should have paid more attention to Alfred’s school of medicine…Stephanie slapped the palm of her right hand to her forehead, shaking her head at her comrade that was near the radiator.
“You realize that you’re bleeding, right?” She dropped her staff as she made her way to Jason. Because of the candles, she could make out the scraps and blood, “Did you get into a fight with Killer Croc or something equally as big?” She crunched down so she was at eye level with him, her lip scrunched to the side, “I mean, don’t you think Alfred or like a hospital would be a better choice than here? I’m not exactly medical nurse 101 here.” She did a quick scan, wondering if maybe there was something more that was hidden underneath the clothes. “I think I have a first aid kit. But I’m not sure what I could do other than bandage you up. If you need stitches-” She took a hard look at his fingers,“-and it looks like you do. Alfred is your best bet.”
Sighing, she moved closer to the right so she was at his side. she gently placed her arm underneath Jason’s so she could lift at least half his body weight onto hers. Stephanie was trying her best to use what strength she learned from training under Barbara and Bruce as she was shorter than Jason. “Here, lean on me and we’ll walk over to the bed. Trust me, you do not want to be near the radiator. On three I’ll lift. I’m holding you so you don’t have to use all your strength okay? I got you. Trust me on this. Afterwards, I’ll feed you all the waffles. You know I keep extra in the fridge. Hell, I have three different waffle irons.”
Jason winced, hands slowly coming up to cover his ears. “Gooood you’re like a fucking banshee. Please, lower on the decibels.” He wanted to roll up onto his side, but even attempting to twist made his entire body feel like it was on fire. Instead, he laid there, groaning softly while trying to tune Stephanie out. It was more her volume and range that was killing him, not the words themselves. Truth be told, he liked being taken care of, it was a welcome change from sitting alone in his own dingy safe house, sewing his own cuts.
“Seriously, did you spend so much time with Black Canary that her sonic scream rubbed off on you? Christ.” He dropped his hands back down onto the carpet, back to staring at the ceiling that seemed to be swirling, a delirious little smile quirking his lips. “Killer Croc? Nah, I wish. He’s just one guy. I tangoed with like, twenty guys. Y’think I look bad? Ooooh no, no no no. Y’should see them. Pretty sure one of them ended up with an atomic wedgie that nearly split the bastard in half.” He held up a finger, wagging it at Steph. “To be fair, he tried to knee me in the family jewels.”
He sighed, once again flopping against the dirty carpet, wrinkling his nose. “Yeah, well, Alfie’s like, twenty miles away and then I’d have to deal with Bruce and honestly, I’d rather you just toss me back in my grave and call it a day if it came to that. Nah, you were closer, so winner winner chicken dinner.” The movement of his arm had Jason groaning, but he leaned against Steph, trying to keep from vomiting from the sudden change in elevation and position. “Oh god, I’m gonna toss cookies I swear t’god. This carpet is gonna be technicolor by the time I’m done. Hey, you got blood on your carpet, y’should get that cleaned.”
It’s your blood, idiot.
“God, waffles. My kingdom for some waffles. This is why you’re my favorite.”
“Jason—” Stephanie grunted as she tried to be as gentle as possible with lifting the poor boy off the floor and onto his feet, “—I think you’re delirious. You’re the one bleeding you nincompoop” Using much of her strength as she could she walked him over to the make-shift bed which was really just a bunch of soft blankets and pillows she had stolen from her room at the Manor. It was the best she could do as she really did not want to deal with whatever lied underneath the used, stained, and broken mattress she she found when she discovered the hideout. “Okay listen, I’m going very slowly here okay. I really don’t want you to throw up all over the place. Have you ever tried to get rid of vomit? It isn’t pleasant” She frowned, pushing the memories of her father’s drinking habits which resulted in a lot of puke. Her mother no longer wanted to deal with such a mess of a person or a house; so, it was either live with the puke or clean it up.
“I’m going to kneel down and gently push you onto the blankets, mkay?” At this point her voice turned into a whisper, “Once I put you down, I’ll have to take off your shirt so I can see what the ever loving fuck happened to you.” True to her word, she started to kneel, inch by inch. Honestly this is probably the best squat workout ever. Once her knees were close to the ground, she delicately moved the arm that was over her shoulder up and over, trying to get him to lay down on the blankets. “I need you to stay with me though, okay? Tell me more about what happened. What happened to those guys? Did you get any pictures? Anything we can use for blackmail or sell on the internet?” Humour probably wasn’t the best time, however, when has Stephanie ever found an appropriate time for humour? What am I going to do with you?
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Stephanie scowled, “Do I even look close to Batman?” Not even in her Batgirl outfit did she resemble the previous Batgirls. Her’s was more purple and black with a lot more open space than Cassandra’s and Helena’s but less colourful than Barbara’s. “I’m here because I was sent here from the B-man. Apparently there’s something going around here and of course, he doesn’t trust…” What was the word? “Spider people. Or powers. Whatever” She shrugged, “Not here to cause trouble. Just here on orders.” Throwing a grin at Spider-Man, “But trouble seems to find me~”
Peter simply scratched the back of his head innocently. “From a distance, wasn’t easy to tell. Sorry.” He simply stated as he now begun to listen towards her. “Have to be more specific, there’s plenty going down in New York.” He paused. “Odd, we’ve worked together. Probably still upset he could find a way to one up Superman but always ends up tangled in my web.” He chuckled then raised a brow at her. “Doesn’t sound good.”
Stephanie couldn’t help but giggle as she playfully rolled her eyes. What made her outfit a bit different than from the rest is that she did not hide her eyes behind some mesh. She wanted people to see her. “Are you saying that Batman looks to be my height and is curvy? Don’t like the B-man hear you that!” She snorted, “B-man? Tangled up? Oh please tell me that you got pictures!” I’m sure Dick or Jason would love to see them. “Anyway,” She extended her hand out to Spider-Man, still with a smirk. “I’m Batgirl. And from what I’ve learned so far is that when you need backup from another city, things are really bad. Mind throwing me a clue because all I got was a grunt and an order to come here.”
Rosh Hashanah+ Surgery = Small Break~
Hey guys! So, today I’ll do the replies + the starter that I owe and then I’m going to be gone for about 2-3 days. Today evening is the start of Rosh Hashanah, or The Jewish New Year and I’ll be at the Shul (Synagogue) for the dinner. Afterwards, I’m going to go with my mother for her surgery and then spend the night at a friends for Day 1 and 2 of Rosh Hashanah. So I’ll be gone probably until the 22nd or possibly the 23rd because Rosh Hashanah ends 22nd evening.
Blood & Waffles
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It hadn’t been his intention to crash–literally–at Stephanie’s safe house, but it was the only real choice he had in his current situation. Bleeding and caught without the supplies he needed, he only had a moment to make a decision, and that was to find the nearest Batfamily hidey-hole and hope the current owner was either out or feeling accommodating. Considering the last time he’d sauntered into Damian’s personal safe house, he’d nearly left resembling swiss cheese, it was a bit of a risk.
Stumbling through a window he’d managed to pick with blood slick fingers, he fell over what he was sure was a rusted over radiator and some boxes, cursing through the entire tumble. Laying on his back, staring up at the blurry, dancing ceiling, he couldn’t help a breathless laugh. What a time to be thankful for Alfred always making sure he got his tetanus shots, because that radiator looked downright sinister with the amount of rust all over it, and now a smear of bright red. At least it wasn’t terribly dark, which either spoke to not enough nutrients in his diet or just that the blood wasn’t coming from too deep a wound. Still, deep or not, it was the amount that should have worried him.
Should have, except an angel in black and purple had appeared, ready to kick his ass to kingdom come and back. Another laugh shook his frame as he waved a hand at her, more a floppy movement than anything else.
“Oh c’mon, B-man can replace this shitty carpet. Besides, who’re y’kidding, there’s gotta be like, enough DNA in this shithole to give passerbys on the sidewalk outside The Clap.” Letting his arm drop back onto the carpet, he groaned, closing his eyes, thankful he’d gone out in just his domino mask and not his signature red helmet, meaning he didn’t have to fight to get the thing off to breathe easier.
“Y’know what would be awesome right now? Waffles. Holy shit I would kick Killer Croc in the nads for a stack of waffles right now.”
"Waffles?" Stephanie screeched. Stephanie really should control her temper, her emotions, and her voice but shit goes out the window when a certain someone ends up bleeding all over the floor of her secret hideout. It wasn't like she hadn't housed other crime fighters, people she considered her family but they all had the courtesy to at least ask her before dropping by and they weren't damaged or bleeding as well. I really should have paid more attention to Alfred's school of medicine...Stephanie slapped the palm of her right hand to her forehead, shaking her head at her comrade that was near the radiator.
"You realize that you're bleeding, right?" She dropped her staff as she made her way to Jason. Because of the candles, she could make out the scraps and blood, "Did you get into a fight with Killer Croc or something equally as big?" She crunched down so she was at eye level with him, her lip scrunched to the side, "I mean, don't you think Alfred or like a hospital would be a better choice than here? I'm not exactly medical nurse 101 here." She did a quick scan, wondering if maybe there was something more that was hidden underneath the clothes. "I think I have a first aid kit. But I'm not sure what I could do other than bandage you up. If you need stitches-" She took a hard look at his fingers,"-and it looks like you do. Alfred is your best bet."
Sighing, she moved closer to the right so she was at his side. she gently placed her arm underneath Jason's so she could lift at least half his body weight onto hers. Stephanie was trying her best to use what strength she learned from training under Barbara and Bruce as she was shorter than Jason. "Here, lean on me and we'll walk over to the bed. Trust me, you do not want to be near the radiator. On three I'll lift. I'm holding you so you don't have to use all your strength okay? I got you. Trust me on this. Afterwards, I'll feed you all the waffles. You know I keep extra in the fridge. Hell, I have three different waffle irons."
“What are you doing here?”
Stephanie frowned, she was still in her Robin outfit, the newly created one rather than the poorly sewed one with too much yellow and not enough red. She was on patrol earlier with Batman. It was an easy night, pretty quiet even for Gotham. It made Stephanie uneasy how they drove through the streets only finding petty crime such as theft or a simple mugging which Stephanie managed to fight off. The woman was incredibly pleased with having her purse back. In short, it was a quiet and boring night for patrol. Not that she minded boring as she still had school life to attend and her mother would not be pleased with her current grades. Instead, she was dropped off home when patrol finished. She waved goodbye and when she looked back to make sure that she could no longer see the shadow of the Batmobile, she turned to her backyard where a tree stood that lead to her bedroom. Usually, she would use the tree to sneak in and out, back in her early Spoiler days. However, instead of climbing up into her room she jumped over the fence and made her way past the neighbors carefully as to not be seen. The past couple of weeks, between her father out of jail and her mother screaming and alcohol, Stephanie found it unbearable to stay at home. Thus, Backpack by backpack she traveled to a secure place that was abounded and she was pretty sure had rats in it but rats are still better than her parents, she concluded as she found areas for her clothes, blankets, and a few toiletries. It was an old factory that was built to house in workers. The showers squeaked and she couldn’t get hot water but it was better than having no water. Food was difficult—But hey, did her parents notice that she was missing? It was a factory that was closer to the outskirts of Gotham but only a few miles away from her home. She had been living there for weeks. What she didn’t count on was someone intruding, someone finding her spot; and, that someone being Batman.
“Were you following me? Are you spying on me?” Her voice in a snap. Not at all pleased that she had been found and in such a place.
@gothamdad
So I get where the concept of Bruce being a bad father comes from, and while he IS an asshole, I won’t deny, he isn’t in any form whatsoever, a bad dad. what people often mistake about him is that being COLD and DISTANT doesn’t equate to ABUSIVE. The thing is, he doesn’t know how to rely emotions well so he’ll often do it in the form of body language instead of how he talks. for instance there are many, many, times when he’ll just up and hug his kids instead of telling them how he feels. it’s because more often than not he’ll probably say something he regrets and it will come out wrong. and i’m not saying he doesn’t know how to talk to people, HE DOES. The thing about him is he considers himself to be the mask, and not Batman. So when the cowl is off and he’s around people, he puts on a fake attitude. and when you do that for so long? it becomes odd to even see yourself as really THERE anymore. He’s a mask so much of the time with BOTH Bruce and Batman to the point people often don’t see the real side of him.
Except his family.
Because those are the ones he’s actually let in, and given enough trust to see his true side. And what is his true side? It’s just a MAN. a man who’s made mistakes and a man who can hurt and a man that has so many weights hanging on his back that if he lets even one show and effect him then ALL of them will and he won’t be able to hang on any longer. In one comic, someone tried to make copies of him but none could even handle it and they tore themselves apart. BECAUSE IT’S NOT A FUN THING OR THING YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU’RE BATMAN.
He is an asshole. He’s cold. He’s distant. Emotionally he’s usually not there. But does that make him a bad man? NO. It makes him human. It makes him a man. And yes he’s fought with his kids, yes he’s said things he regrets, but so have they. people forget that there are TWO SIDES to an argument, and two people can say fucked up shit. Bruce Wayne isn’t innocent. He isn’t. But he isn’t a bad man or an abusive father.
He isn’t trying to force his kids to be what he is, on the contrary he is trying to make it so they WON’T be. HE DOESN’T WANT THEM TO WIND UP LIKE BATMAN. and the reason he’s so harsh is because that’s the way you HAVE to be when you’re at WAR. when there are lives on the line you can’t be soft, and he isn’t. he needs to be stone cold or it all will get to him.
he’s a good father, but he’s also someone who chose his DUTY OVER HIS HEART long ago, and when his own kids took THE SAME VOW they promised to do that too, even if not to the extent that Batman himself did.
Thank you.
When Bruce is written WELL he's written WELL. The central story of Bruce Wayne is the story of the Kingdom. Jewish people are not concerned with Hell or Heaven, they are concerned with the living and work so damn hard to make this life better for the generation. Bruce Wayne uses his privilege as a rich non-Black guy to make the world a better and safer place as both Batman and as Bruce Wayne. Part of that is taking in children. He's so loving and kind and full of compassion and love for his kids.
He took in Damian straight away despite the fact that Talia raped him (fuck you Morrison) and kept Damian away from him. He took in Jason. He took in Cassandra once he realized what a sort of jerk he was to her. He felt so heavy and full of guilt for Stephanie and Tim. Bruce is a man who tries everything and anything to make the world a safer place. Remember after Jason’s death and he said that he would give away his entire fortune for Jason? That means a lot. That means half the stuff that gets funded by Wayne in Gotham would be gone. That means funding of Justice League would be gone. All because he wanted Jason back. The problem is that writers (cough Zynder) loves to write this harsh, cruel, dark and hyper-masculine and even abusive Bruce Wayne because for some DAMN reason they believe that this is what we, the readers want to see? I want to see more content of a gentle and compassionate Bruce/Batman. I LIVE those issues where he’s carrying a child or a baby. Wanna see a pissed off Batman? Use a child against him. Not whatever the fuck hyper masculine writers think Batman is because it isn't what Bob Kane envisioned.
Bruce is harsh but he isn't unloving or abusive. His harshness doesn't come from an abusive place.
@violent-violet-viola - greeter
“Woohoo!” The sound could be heard from the hero that was swinging through New York, that was until he spotted something. Something bat-ear shaped. He swung in that direction. “Hey, what brings you here Batma-” Wait, sudden realization as he lands. That’s not Batman. Batman doesn’t have blonde locks coming out his mask. Oh dear. “Sorry about that!”
Stephanie scowled, “Do I even look close to Batman?” Not even in her Batgirl outfit did she resemble the previous Batgirls. Her’s was more purple and black with a lot more open space than Cassandra’s and Helena’s but less colourful than Barbara’s. “I’m here because I was sent here from the B-man. Apparently there’s something going around here and of course, he doesn’t trust...” What was the word? “Spider people. Or powers. Whatever” She shrugged, “Not here to cause trouble. Just here on orders.” Throwing a grin at Spider-Man, “But trouble seems to find me~”
A Quake in the Bubble-Wrap
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The dam broke.
Once Stephanie was pulled into her arms— Bruce’s, Stephanie’s mentor’s arms she broke free of her tears. Stephanie buried her head against Bruce’s chest, wrapping her arms around Bruce’s back as if she wanted to disappear. Chokes, coughs, and sobs wrecked her body which now resembled a lost and small child. When she opened her mouth to speak, all that came out were sobs.
Finally, after a few minutes of tears she managed to speak in a low whisper against Bruce’s chest “I’m sorry.”
If she could get any smaller, she would or at least she wanted to crawl away, somewhere deep and dark. “I’m not usually like this. You know that. I’m not. I’m just…” She heaved, “Having a really shit day right now, boss.”
Bruce rubbed her shoulders softly, frowning and looking over her wracking body. “I know you’re not, Stephanie you can’t carry your problems as well as Gotham’s. You need to let some of it out,” she looked down at her encouragingly. “If you’re upset over something I want you to tell me ok? Is this about what happened a few days ago? Tim told me something about a mistake,” she left the sentence unfinished so Stephanie could explain herself.
Stephanie snorted, her sobs slowly came to a halt as she just laid there, in Bruce’s arms. Whenever she was upset, when she was little at her father’s tantrums her mother would scoop her up and rub her shoulders, whispering that everything will be okay. Through the years, those moments became a sort of safe place for her. Whenever she was stressed, she would subconsciously rub her own shoulders. It was probably one of the quickest ways to calm down Stephanie.
“I thought I was Gotham” She sighed as she pulled a little bit from Bruce’s chest so she could look at her mentor’s face. I must look pathetic. Her eyes red and the fat underneath puffy as her cheeks stained with tears. She looked and felt small “It isn’t just the mistake Bruce.” She scrunched her mouth, not wanting to relay those moments back again. “It is because, it...Like, everyone is so good. No, they’re great. What am I though? I get lost or I feel lost. Sometimes my mind overtakes me and I can’t stop my emotions. They are a part of me and how can I control something that is a part of me? I don’t or I can’t always think like Tim or you. I’m not on the same level as greatness.” Groaning, she didn’t expect to let it all out, especially to someone she looks up as a mother figure. Certainty a better one than her own mother. Her head dropped, her gaze leaving Bruce’s, “...I saw my father. That day I didn’t do so well. I was going past the jail and he was outside and he saw me...I know I shouldn’t let it affect me so that I fail at my Batgirl duties but I can’t help it, sometimes.”
Blood & Waffles
It wasn’t everyday that someone would crash in her hideout spot; especially, at 3 am on a Tuesday night of all nights. Especially that person being the Red Hood. Especially Stephanie scrambling out of the make-shift bed she made on the floor on one of the rooms as she heard the crash. She thought that it was a drunk guy who just happened to stumble upon her hideout. Why was she sleeping on the floor of her hideout instead of in her room? Because she was on a mission to track an illegal shipment. Thus, her hideout was in the outskirts of the crime ridden city of Gotham which makes the outskirts more crime filled. Stephanie had to be on alert.
“What the—” The last person she expected to see as she jumped into the make-shift living room her staff out and ready was the Jason Todd, standing there, bleeding, all over her carpet. Stephanie kept the place light by candles. Perhaps it was not the best choice, but she figured if she ever needed to leave the place and cover her tracks, what better way than using fire? “You’re bleeding! All over my carpet!” She huffed, lowering her staff. The bubbling pit of worry died down in her stomach only to raise again as she realized what she did said, “Oh my! You’re bleeding! What the hell!” She threw her arms up, “What am I supposed to tell the boss? What are you even doing here?”
@chilixdogs
(while Bruce trains the Robins)
Tim Drake: I’m never gonna catch my breath.
Damian Wayne: Say goodbye to those who knew me.
Jason Todd: Boy was I a fool in school for cutting gym.
Commissioner Gordon: This guy’s got ‘em scared to death!
Stephanie Brown: Hope he doesn’t see right through me.
Dick Grayson: Now I really wish that I knew how to swim!
Bruce Wayne: BE A MAN.
