Stephanie Brown "Batgirl"
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"Relax, Boy Virgin. You're not the guilty party. A couple of make-out sessions do not a baby make."
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Post by Stephanie Brown "Batgirl" on Feb 28, 2013 18:22:09 GMT -5
She started throwing faster as he started getting closer, trying to get a look at whatever he was wielding. Just as she was getting ready to throw a massive metal salad bowl - the dish held over head like a war hammer - she got a face full of white liquidy death.
The carton knocked her face back and she choked on a gulp of milk as she gasped, dropping the bowl behind her and grabbing her chest, hacking up a lung. Between coughs she sputtered, "Shave - feline - you have - to go - out - sometime."
Thank god indeed. Stephanie seized hold of one of Alfred's collection of teapots, eyes crazed as she looked at Damian. She had eye shells sticking to he cheeks, shirt mixed with white powder and off white sludge of mixed flour and egg. Her hair was dripping milk.
Lifting the tea pot in the quiet, she threw it across the kitchen to the wall right beside the door where it shattered, spraying porcelain shards and dust everywhere. She waited for the silence to return before she spoke.
"Damian." Her voice came out dangerously level as she lowered her hands to her side. "I'm giving you ten - actually, no. I'm not."
And this time, she dove at him, going for his chest. She was heavier that he was - if she landed on him, it was going to be a little more shocking.
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Post by John Blake "Nightwing" on Mar 9, 2013 14:01:30 GMT -5
Coffee. Desperately need coffee.
It was the morning hours. Since Blake had dropped his job as a cop to become full-time Nightwing and part time babysitter of the Bat brats, he hadn't risen early in a while and when he did the first thing on his brain was a mug of hot coffee. Not tea. Alfred insisted on him drinking tea as coffee was bad for you or some British nonsense but John was a cop through and through and the only was to get through the day was with a nice, black, hot cup of-
What the actual fuck.
He froze in the kitchen doorway, once again shirtless, wearing black cotton pajama pants, hair a wreck. He stared at the battlefield the kitchen had created in front of him with a mess piled high on the children presented. He twitched.
What the actual fuck.
He blinked a few times before pushing past them. There was the beautiful coffee maker. Babs had insisted on some fancy coffee maker which also brewed tea and other things. But John had kept his coffee maker from his shit apartment. Sometimes it burned the coffee but who gave a rats behind?
He breathed and pushed the button to brew some black coffee before turning.
"What the actual fuck guys? Seriously?" He sounded tired.
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Damian Wayne
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Post by Damian Wayne on Mar 10, 2013 15:02:01 GMT -5
He grinned smugly, and probably would have gotten out of Stephanie's way before she hit him, if not for the entrance of someone announcing themselves in the kitchen. Stephanie launched into his torso, and Damian released an outraged near shriek as they propelled towards the kitchen floor. They landed with Stephanie on top, and Damian pinned. A puff of flour ascending around them.
"She's trying to kill me!" Damian complained loudly, but hadn't stopped slapping at her since they hit the tiles with hard impact. She did indeed have the advantage of weight and being on top, but if she didn't get off when she realized John was here, he'd try to kick her off instead.
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Stephanie Brown "Batgirl"
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"Relax, Boy Virgin. You're not the guilty party. A couple of make-out sessions do not a baby make."
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Post by Stephanie Brown "Batgirl" on Mar 13, 2013 11:44:23 GMT -5
A victorious cackle as she slammed Damien against the ground, cut short at the eloquently put,
What the actual fuck guys?
She grimaced at Damian's slapping, slapping back at him so it looked more like two octopuses doing the cha cha than a battle between two people trained in hand to hand combat. Still she cased the room quickly, noting Blake through the white haze at the coffee maker. Mmm... coff-
No, more cough-y for her. She grunted like a disgruntled rhinoceros as one little foot rammed into her chest just below the rib cage, throwing her off and sending a wave of nausea through her body. She landed on her rear half a pace from Damian and groaned, clutching her stomach and sitting back against the cupboards.
As angry as John got, he somehow didn't hold the fear factor that Alfred did. When Stephanie heard the dulcet tones of 'God Save the Queen', coming up the drive, then she'd be making a run for the Batcycle. Until then...
Stephanie frowned at John. This guy was developing a serious case of Fabio-syndrome. "Well, Jacob, we were going to make cookies..."
She paused a moment, looking sidelong at Damian as a terrible, terrible idea occurred to her. John had been so distant from everyone but Babs... so angry all the time. Either he was going to throttle her, kick her out... or maybe, just maybe, they'd catch a smile.
What the hell? She could swing down on Bane, why should this scare her?
So grabbing one of the most solid egg shells, loaded with flower in it's little cup, she threw it right at John's exposed back.
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