05 - She didn't stand a waffle's chance in the kitchen

[ichoosefight]

[ Stephanie has been experimenting with her waffle makers. You can tell, because her desk has been entirely cleared of anything that is not waffles. The mess is pretty massive. What hasn't been burned is leaky slop. ]

Okay, I give up. I've never actually cooked anything outside of a microwave.

Can anybody teach me how to make waffles without burning them to a crisp?

[ooc| 4th wall day post, forward-dated because I am interested in actual barge people responses~ ]

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[angriestbird]

That's because he was using you, as I understand it. [ Empathy? What's that? ] But he's dead now. Or, if you believe Drake, he too is lost out of time and space. But Drake's a moron.

[ Once she turns her camera on the deck, he lapses into silence, thinkig very hard. ]

...that could be any number of planets or worlds! Maybe if I can access the Justice League's files I could identify where you are...

[ichoosefight]

[ She shakes her head, an almost instinctive attempt to block out what he's saying. Most of it doesn't make sense, and the parts that do she doesn't want to hear. ]

It doesn't matter! Don't you get it? I'm dead. This is my punishment. This is my afterlife. I'm probably not even the me from your world anyway, and even if I was, there's nothing to save. I'm done. I fucked up, I died, I'm done.

[angriestbird]

You're not dead, I saw you a week ago! You're fat, dim, and apparently deranged but not dead.

I'm calling Grayson. Stay on the line.

[ichoosefight]

Don't bother. Even if you could get me off this stupid barge, I'm not going back to Gotham. You can't make me.

[angriestbird]

You're talking crazy. Something is wrong. [ He's already working with the computer in the Batcave, face scrunching up with concentration. ]

Don't worry. [ He says it with the utmost confidence, but there's a tremor of real fear under it; they don't need to lose anymore family. ] We'll save you.

[ichoosefight]

The only thing wrong here is that you can't get what I'm saying through your thick skull.

[ She drops the device, tears her shirt off, picks it up again. Her bra is nothing to write home about - your typical 'most comfortable bra is the least attractive'. But all over her chest, shoulders, arms are scars in that bright pink, puffy state they have when they're new and haven't stopped trying to heal yet. There are still scabs where she couldn't just quit picking at it long enough for it to close up right. ]

I woke up bleeding, but no broken bones. I have all the scars, except the shot that killed me. I died but I still hurt. You want to save me? You're too goddamned late.

cw; slut-shaming language

[angriestbird]

[ Congrataulations, Stephanie. You are now topless on the deck with a ten year old whose brain has just skipped a groove. Going through facial contortinos that indicated disgust, confusion, interest, and then fear and disgust; Damain Wayne was completely flustered and bewildered on how to respond. ]

P--put your clothes back on! You wear the Bat, you don't b-behave like a c-common harlot! [ His voice was lifting, getting higher-- cracking on the first syllable of harlot. ] J-just-- stay p-ut--

[ And then he was out of the chair, hollering Alfred! with something like panic. Congratulations, Stephanie, you spooked the unspookable ten year old. ]

[ Sadly, a moment later, the connection fizzles, and goes black. ]

[ichoosefight]

[ She rolls her eyes, shakes her head. Dumb kid. Then she shoves the comm in her pocket and pulls her shirt back on. It's not exactly warm up here. If she's lucky he'll get the message and just leave her alone. ]