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Post by Batgirl on Feb 4, 2013 13:44:14 GMT -5
Steph sighed, leant back and rolled her head around her neck, rubbing at the back of it for a moment as she contemplated… Nothing. Um, no, that sounded bad. Ah, she was contemplating the guy in front of her and his… Oh, nope, that was totally worse. Let’s just go with nothing again, that was much better. It also distracted her from the good chance that the guy behind her was contemplating her and her… Which could be fine. Maybe. But, and this was the real shallow part of Steph talking, but he had pimples plus he totally reminded her of Damian. If he was a couple of years older and really struggling with puberty, that is. Not a good look, and it was almost enough to make her regret rockin’ the tight shorts and leggings look. It was like the Good Comic said – with great power came great responsibility or, to be rather more pertinent. ”With a great ass comes… great… numbers of people staring at it.”
”Totally right on the first part.” The mutter came from behind her, just loud enough for Steph to hear, and she let out a weird mixture of a sigh and a growl.
”Darn filter,” The blonde mumbled under her breath, intentionally this time. She did her best to ignore him, shifted her weight from side to side and folded her arms under her chest as she thought about why she was there. And why it was that she ignored fashion and just did her own thing. Because, well, this was comfy and flattering and cool and oh God she was getting distracted from the point. Oh, hey – she knew! Let’s start at the beginning!
There may have been a stork involved.
Getting back to the beginning of the actual story she was thinking of, it had all begun when she got a… weird message on O.net. By which she meant, via her super-secret Bat email account, the one that only members of the ‘family’ had. That was fine. She got those all the time, usually from Oracle or Proxy with mission stuff. This one though, this one was weird. It wasn’t signed, didn’t have a return address that she could see or anything. If she didn’t know better, she’d have said a stork delivered that one too. Or maybe a pigeon. Something. Maybe, in another world, that would have narrowed it down a bit. In her case, well… It wasn’t Damian. It probably wasn’t Dick. Anyone else? They totally could manage it.
So, she had no clue where it came from. In fact, if it hadn’t been a Bat-mail, Steph would have written it off as a hoax. As it was, she didn’t dare. Totally didn’t dare. Ignoring it could be bad, and she also knew way better than to ask for confirmation just in case it was a secret thing. Which left her, really, with only one option. No chance, no choice, no fear. Or something like that. She had to do it. Fortunately, it wasn’t really a big deal, though maybe that was kind of the thing. If it had been, it would have seemed more… real? She didn’t know.
All she had to do was be at Gotham airport at a given time when she didn’t have classes anyway and meet a Teen Titan who was visiting the city for… some reason she apparently didn’t need to know. Hey there, familiar feeling of not being told everything! Steph had been missing you. Not. Nope, not for her to be told the reasons why, she just got shoved out into the crossfire and told to do and not let anyone die. Story of her life.
In the meantime, she figured she might as well do as she was asked. And off to Gotham airport she had gone, a sign under her arm and a song on her lips. Well. She’d hummed a bit.
And heeeeere was the flight now. First of the passengers anyway, and Steph promptly held up the sign with ‘Duela’ written on it, wondering what this Titan would be like. Or why she needed a Batsitter. Not that the curvy blonde in the sleeveless eggplant t-shirt, the jean shorts and the black leggings with calf-high boots looked like a Bat. She hoped.
In the meantime, her eyes scanned the outcoming passengers with interest, looking for any that looked Titan-y.
TAG: Duela
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Post by Duela Dent on Feb 5, 2013 17:23:40 GMT -5
[/i] than the hospital in a few months, now; An unfriendly tingle ran down her spine even as she sat in the relative comfort of the plane's seat, the vehicle now beginning to pull in to Gotham's main airport, the hostesses doing their usual thing of making sure everyone was okay before they could disembark - checking trays were up, checking storage compartments, etcetera etcetera. It hadn't really been a bad flight, she supposed - the plane food was.. Well, plane food, meaning it was astonishingly average, the movie had been some bland Ben Stiller vehicle, and Duela had spent most of her time getting kicked in the back by some little brat throwing a tantrum about his 3DS being broken. Actually, scratch that, then. It was a bad flight, really, and her current line of thought only confirmed that, frankly. She didn't want to think about the Joker, didn't need to think about his ugly face as he leered and dragged that blade across her face. Shaking herself, Duela found herself face to face with one of the hostesses - or.. Wait, were they flight attendants, now? She remembered being lectured on that one once upon a time, she was sure of it. Regardless, they were asking if she was okay - special attention was probably insisted upon for the weird girl with the green hair and the scars on her face, just in case, oh, well, she suddenly started stabbing herself with the cutlery supplied during the flight, Duela supposed. It wasn't like she could explain exactly what had happened to her, really, so she'd just kept quiet, and now, she nodded, assuring the uniformed woman she was okay. And.. She was. She'd pushed those unsavoury thoughts to the back of her mind for the moment, and she was smiling. That it hurt slightly to do so didn't help, but.. Well, she had to keep a positive view on things. It could be fun to be back in Gotham for a little while; Visit some old haunts, beat up some baddies, that sort of thing. Maybe even run across a Bat or two to do it with, given she had apparently passed the Batman Taste Test and was allowed to operate in... C'mon, you all know the voice - *ahem* HISSS CITYYYYYY. Duela giggled to herself slightly - although she knew full-well that she would never, ever say that to Batman's face. She didn't, after all, have a death wish or a desire to be personally escorted out of Gotham by Batmobile, and in comparison to the.. Ah, competition, Batman was positively cool, frankly. Grabbing her pack from the overhead compartment, Duela slung it over one shoulder, the bag itself coming to hang around her hips. She had been a little uncertain of exactly what to wear, given the weather out west tended to be a little different than that of the east, but she'd eventually settled on a black hoodie (with mint green trim), her favourite pinstriped capri pants, her fishnet leggings underneath and a pair of jet-black mary-janes with a similar mint-green trim to that of her hoodie. Nothing too flashy, nothing too over the top, and she looked like pretty much any other traveler, save the scars; Even her skin was a little more flush than usual, thanks to being out in the San Francisco sun. And green hair was hardly unusual or flashy or special in this day and age, Duela mused as she followed the usual procedures, letting them scan her and her bag with the metal detectors, flashing her passport, and so on, before she finally arrived out in the arrivals lounge-thingamajigger; The Titan was just going to walk on by, get herself a cab into Gotham and check into an inexpensive hotel, when she spotted someone holding a card with her name on it. She double-taked, then looked around, wondering if the - very, very attractive girl - was looking for her; Even if she was, Duela was a little nervous - what did someone like that, with that face and that hair and those curves in all the right places (she refrained from slapping herself) want with her? Was she someone Bat-related that Duela didn't know? With obvious uncertainty, Duela bit the bullet and strode over, trying to put across the idea of confidence when in reality she was generating about a billion and one ideas about who she could work for. "Um.. Hi. I'm.. I'm Duela," she ventured with clear uncertainty, "Do I.. Know you, at all?" she asked politely, before she shot a death glare at the guy behind the blonde, who was paying far too much attention to the other girl's butt.[/ul] TAG: Steph
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Post by Batgirl on Feb 6, 2013 5:16:59 GMT -5
Though she naturally had no clue, Steph was settled in for a long and possibly dull wait, because with no clue what this girl, this Duela, would look like, she really had no way to guess which one she was. That one? This one? Probably not the one with pigtails who looked about nine (though that would explain the need for somebody to meet her…) but otherwise… Seriously, how could she tell? God, if she was anything like Tim, there’d be absolutely no way to tell she was a Titan, and she’d just pop up by Steph’s elbow and… Argh. No. No, no, no. She was Batgirl. She was going to manage this without looking like a twit, it couldn’t be that hard, she was still going to wring the neck of whoever sent that email. Slowly and painfully. Then maybe leave them dangling over a pit full of Harley’s hungry hyenas.
Nice bit of alliteration there, even if she did say so herself.
Another few people went by, some of which glanced at her sign and then moved on. None of them even gave a flicker of recognition, which probably meant nothing, but again Steph knew that some of the Bats would be able to do that. Probably not her, but that was ok. Her ‘secret identity’ wasn’t exactly as much of a big deal as Bruce Wayne’s, mostly because the media wouldn’t have a clue who Stephanie Brown was anyway.
And that, having seen the hoops that the others had to jump through, was absolutely fine with her.
Oh, now she had looked at the sign.
Careful not to stare, Steph ran her best assessing glance over the girl who was clearly debating what to do now. Her first impression? Well, to be honest, her first impression could be summed up in three words.
Tall.
Dark.
Interesting.
Not that she was much taller than Steph, maybe an inch or so, but she looked taller. Long legs. And the girl herself wasn’t dark, more pale-with-a-tan, but there was the clothing. And that plus the green hair definitely equalled interesting. Steph liked the outfit though. It wasn’t something she’d wear, but it worked for the girl wearing it and that was what mattered. It’s how she came up with her outfits. The scars around the mouth? Oh, Steph noticed and noted them with her glance, but she passed over them quickly and didn’t linger on them.
While she had been thinking and pondering, the girl – Duela presumably – had made up her mind and was walking over in what Steph, a fellow practitioner, thought she recognised as the ‘I’m not sure what’s going on but you don’t get to know that’ walk of confidence. To be fair, neither of them knew the other. Steph would be less than certain too. She didn’t sound too certain either as she introduced herself before asking if she knew Steph, and the blonde girl decided that she had to set her at ease.
”Nope,” Steph replied cheerfully, crumpling her sign up to drop in the nearest bin as she answered. ”Nope, I’m pretty sure we’ve never met before in our lives. Which kinda makes you wonder why I got picked for this, but hey, it’s but for us to do et cetera, et cetera, et cetera, not to ask silly questions.” The blonde paused, thoughtfully. ”Well, it makes me wonder at least. Obviously, not a clue what you’re thinking or might be wondering about. But you look like it’s the sort of thing you might wonder about. Anyway, the answer’s nope. You almost certainly, definitely, positively, absolutely don’t know me.”
Her grin turned impish. ”Better fix that, huh?”
Still grinning in a way that would have had people who knew her either running for the hills, pinching their noses or digging into their extensive repertoire of nerve strikes, Steph swept one foot behind the other, swept her hands down and out and dipped down, bending her knees outwards in a curtsey while keeping her back ramrod straight. It wasn’t a gesture she’d had much cause to perform before, but she did it with aplomb anyway because she’d definitely wanted to be a princess when she was younger.
”Stephanie Brown, bodacious kick-ass hottie, at your service, pleased to meet you, yadda yadda yadda.” She rose back to full standing position with the same easy gymnast’s grace, and proffered a hand to Duela, smiling now rather than grinning, but as ever her sheer enthusiasm glowed in her eyes. ”Call me Steph. I’m hoping we’ll be friends. And welcome to Gotham.”
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Post by Duela Dent on Feb 10, 2013 18:13:37 GMT -5
Even though the blonde wasn't particularly staring, Duela noted the glances since.. Well, she was doing exactly the same thing, if she was being entirely honest. Could you really blame her? Regardless, she was quite touched, somehow, that the other girl didn't particularly linger on the scars now scrawled across her cheeks; Duela wouldn't have particularly minded if they were something she had chosen to have and they looked awful you know? Like the cretins you saw who had piercings going from their ear to their nose to their lip to their nipple. Seriously - who got that done thinking it was a remotely neat idea? It was asking to have someone just grab it and pull you around with the threat of ripping the piercings out if you didn't go along with what they wanted. But yeah - If Duela had been stupid enough to actually carve a smile into her own face willingly? Then she'd have very little to actually say on the matter and she wouldn't particularly give a damn about people staring. But it stung - and she was certain that was the clown's intention - to see people looking at her and judging her like this was her choice. So to have someone who didn't look at her like she was a complete idiot? That was refreshing, to say the least, and if she was supposed to, well, hang out or whatever with the blonde, then Duela liked her at least a little already.
Clearly, she was meant to meet her and this wasn't, like, some kind of further mean-spirited prank from the Joker or whatever (although the purp.. Nope, that was definitely eggplant, that was maybe a coincidence in terms of the colour she usually associated with the Joker), and as the blonde scrunched up the sign with Duela's name on it, she was put at ease, even though she had no idea who this was; She'd not required like.. An escort or whatever the last time she was in Gotham, and she had no idea who knew she was here, right now. Regardless, a giggle escaped Duela's lips as the blonde actively acknowledged that it was really rather bizarre that she had seemingly been assigned to come and meet her, given they'd never met; "Ours is not to reason why, huh?" she quipped, recycling an old line of poetry that seemed to fit the situation, somehow, given the blonde had apparently been told to just come here. "Well, no.. I mean, yeah, absolutely. It's not like I expected to get off the plane and find someone waiting for me - I didn't even get told this was gonna happen, so.. Yeah, y'know. Wondering wonderings of wonderingness in wonderland," she trailed off, a distinct shrug of bemusement and amusement following the line. "Or, y'know, somethin' like that. I'm not complaining, though."
No, definitely not, and that wasn't just the smuttier part of Duela's mind firing up all sorts of thoughts suddenly that had the pale girl's cheeks flushing with colour, but genuine relief; As much as she'd wanted to come back to Gotham, a part of her was really rather unnerved by the idea. So to have someone friendly on hand - even if she didn't know her - it was a relief. Duela again snuffed out the light in the cruder part of her mind as she saw the other girl's grin - possibly the cutest thing she'd seen in a long while despite how.. Cheeky it seemed - or perhaps that was why it was so cute. And then she proceeded to 'fix' the lack of knowledge the two had of one another with a flourish that Duela would've been proud of if she'd been the one to do it - and probably would've done it if a - she were wearing her top hat and b - wasn't slightly intimidated by the aura of sheer awesome emanating from the other girl. She bowed. Like, seriously bowed. Perfectly. The kind you'd expect in a stage show.
"I'll say." she replied unintentionally, her mind running on ahead of her as she replied to Steph's statement that she was a 'kick-ass hottie', although curiously, Duela seemed in no real rush to fix her error. If.. Well, if Steph figured out that Duela already had the teensiest of crushes growing for her, then.. So be it, the green-haired girl mused. "Um.. Way to fix it - the, ah.. The not knowing one another, I mean. Seriously, that was cool, just now," she told her, eagerly shaking her hand after setting her bag down, temporarily. "I'm Duela, obviously. Duela Dent. I'd offer up some snappy quip about not being related to Harvey Dent, but that seems like it's in really bad taste when you're actually in Gotham aaaaaaaaaaannnd I already used that joke once this month and I don't particularly like repeat performances," she joked. "But.. Yeah, it's.. Definitely nice to meet you, too. Like I say, I wasn't expecting anyone to meet me, least of all an awesome friendly face like yours,"
Okay, so that thing about Steph possibly figuring out that Duela already had the slightest of things for her grew more likely by the minute, but Duela wasn't exactly gonna notice. "I'm sure we will. And thanks - I'm actually a Gotham native anywho, but.. Again, friendly face and all that, y'know? Means a lot in this town," Duela told her, collecting her bag again, and starting to walk with the far-too-pretty blonde; "So.. Like.. How'd you end up here? I'm not complaining, but like I say - I totally wasn't expecting anyone, least of all a kick-ass hottie who can do a pretty dynamite bow when she wants to. And.. Well, it just feels a bit odd, y'know? Not bad odd, but.. Still. Slap me if I'm rambling." TAG: Steph
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Post by Batgirl on Feb 11, 2013 8:38:33 GMT -5
Steph’s only response to the other girl quoting the line she’d been thinking moments before was to pause for a moment before breaking out into a peal of delighted laughter. ”Exactly!” She agreed, ”Exactly! I mean the rest really doesn’t work, because of the whole ‘nobody dies’ thing, but otherwise – that’s basically it. His way or the ‘get the hell out of’…” And here Steph dropped her voice into her best impression of the trademarked Bat-growl, ”My City. Yeah, so not my style. Though, even for optimistic moi, calling Gotham Wonderland is pushing it. Or a bit Mad-Hatterish.” She shivered. ”Mind control gives me the heebie-jeebies, I swear.”
Aside from an eyebrow taking up mountaineering and ascending Steph’s forehead at the words, she didn’t actually make any open response to the first comment. It did slightly make her wonder if the next time she felt somebody’s eyes on her butt they might be belonging to a certain San Fran vissie, but Steph wasn’t willing to openly bet on that one yet. Not yet, anyway, though that might change. She couldn’t help the smile at what the Titan had to say about her little greeting though, something that earned Duela still more brownie points in Steph’s head. ”Thanks,” She answered, clasping the hand firmly, feeling a tiny spark of attraction as she did. ”And trust me, I know all about having bad family, so it wouldn’t matter if you were related to him.”
And Steph, who wasn’t dumb, was picking up the little signals that implied that she probably wasn’t the only one with a tiny bit of interest in the other. But she left it there for now, letting D’s (for that’s what she’d decided to call the other girl) hand go and nodding. ”We will.” Ok, now Steph was just making statements. Her grin turned a little lopsided. ”Not up to you anymore. We Gotham Girls have to stick together, right?”
As Duela finished rambling, slapping her was the absolute last thing on Steph’s mind. Actually, there was a tiny, tiny little bit of her that just wanted to grab the other girl and kiss her, the same part that had started it all off by clobbering Robin around the head with a brick. But what she actually did was grin wider and shake her head slightly. And only then did she reply, taking a moment to rather pointedly look the other girl over in an almost openly flirtatious way as she spoke.
“Ooh la la, D - I like you already. Tall, dark, interesting, great sense of fashion and witty to boot? Totally ticking all the boxes ever. Oh, I really like you.” Companionably, like they had known each other for years, the blonde casually looped an arm through Duela’s, bringing them near enough that she was a tiny bit aware of the green haired girl’s body lightly pressed against the side of hers as they walked. ”Anyways, while I am kinda tempted to answer that with a long stork story, I already used that and I hate repeat jokes as much as the next girl.”
Steph smirked. ”The ‘next girl’ being you, it’s a safe bet. Though – and I know we’ve only just met and this is totally me being blonde – but you seem like you deserve to be met by a kick-ass hottie. And, once you get to know me? I’m pretty much dynamite all the time. Not that you asked… So, I’m here because somebody who knew you were coming dropped me an unsigned, unaddressed email asking me to meet you.” She paused to consider that. ”Ok, not ‘you’ you but one of the San Fran team called Duela. And basically that’s that. Here I am, plus your chariot awaits, Oh Noble Visitor to Our Humble City.”
With a lot of people, that would have been sarcastic. Steph, on the other hand, said it cheerfully, with a sweeping wave of her hand in the general direction of where she’d left the Compact in its civvie mode. Again, blonde not stupid thanks. Leading her guest in that direction, pausing briefly to step pointedly on the toes of the guy who’d been ogling her ass and giving her boot a little twist into the bargain, Steph carried on chattering despite the yowl of pain that arose behind her. ”So, the note said I should find you a hotel? Kinda seemed to me like you might prefer a bit more privacy, so I opened up one of the safehouses for you instead. It’s really comfy there, plus you don’t have to worry about cleaners or whatever tripping over your stuff. I hope that’s ok. Also, I don’t know if you’re hungry, but I thought we’d stop on the way over there – there’s this place on the way and it does some of the greatest waffles in the city…”
See, that was another reason not to start slapping the ramblers of Gotham. Steph pretty much owned that title.
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Post by Duela Dent on Feb 20, 2013 9:56:55 GMT -5
Duela was, to say the least, extremely glad that someone else seemed to be on the same wavelength as her; So few were, although give the things Duela had been through, she supposed that was a good thing. She could already pick out a handful of similarities between her and Steph - all of them good, naturally - but she was happy to find she was bang on the money in terms of what the other girl was thinking; Even more, as Steph made something of a dramatic pause, Duela immediately clicked in to where the other girl was going with it and launched into a "MYY CITYYYY!!" along with her before bursting into a fit of giggles. She immediately straightened up and looked suitably squicked when Steph brought up the concept of mind control, shuddering and muttering "I hear that. I think I got subjected to that once.. It would've been a few years back; 'Pparently, the Titans found me trying to hold up a bank ranting about how I was the kid of some superhero from Earth 3 or something along those lines."
Duela looked suitably unimpressed; "Thank God that didn't stick. Things are confusing enough sometimes without brainwashin' messin' up my poor old noggin," she mused, before shifting back to a slightly lighter subject as she asked "So, speakin' of the whole 'MY CITYYY' thing, you ever, y'know, think it's a good thing Batman don't run the tourist and visitor's board for Gotham? I can't imagine this place gets many tourists as is, but can you imagine like, Batman greeting you at the airport like you did me, just now? He'd probably grab people and start yelling "WHERE'S SCARECROW?!" or something like that." It was, of course, completely random and inane, but these were the things that struck Duela at times; Batman. Batman in charge of tourism.
Yes.
The random misfires of Duela's poor old brain aside, she was.. Well, increasingly attracted to the other girl; It wasn't to say that none of the Titans had been nice to her - quite the opposite, really, given they were mostly rather welcoming - but there was just a sense of.. Duela didn't want to say kinship, since that sounded kinda goofy, even in her head, and if it sounded goofy in her head, it definitely was, but.. She wasn't sure. Maybe it was just that she and Steph were on the same page or level or whatever, but this was nice. "Oh?" she mused slightly as Steph implied that she too had bad family, leading her to cock her head slightly and grin; "With the eggplant, if I were suicidal I'd say you're a shoo-in to be the Joker's kid," she quipped, her tone making it clear that she was joking, "But.. I like you. Aaaaand I happen to like my face - a few things aside - the way it is." She left open room for Steph to talk about her family if she liked, but.. Well, Duela just hoped that it wasn't like hers, something the green-haired girl just felt she had to mask.
If there was any tension over that brick-like matter that was family - always something that could possibly stop a conversation stone-dead if you weren't careful, Duela had noted - then she couldn't tell as Steph insisted the two of them - Gotham Girls, which had a nice ring to it - had to stick together. Duela's mind half-formed some quips about the manner in which she'd like to stick to Steph, quips which were quickly abandoned because.. They didn't make any sense; The idea that she'd actually caught up to her brain for once before it had done anything stupid, coupled with seeing that grin from the girl she was now happily calling her new best friend? Totally made Duela beam. This trip to Gotham was just.. Just shaping up to be awesome, she knew it. A fit of giggles emerged when Steph complimented her, stated she ticked all the boxes, and that she liked her; "Well, I don't know about tall and dark - I think the heels are letting me cheat there, but... Thanks." She pulled Steph into something of a one-armed hug for the remarks; "I think I like you too. Awesome, kick-ass, good-looking, friendly, good banter and again - a killer line in bows? If I had boxes to tick, I would," she insisted.
She bit her lip as Steph looped arms with her, enjoying the proximity with her new bestest bud, before she laughed at Steph's quip about the 'stork'. "Yyyeah, when I asked how you got here, I didn't mean quite that far back. As far as I'm concerned? You're the secret lovechild of Miss Cool and Mister Awesome, adopted by Uncle Kick-ass," she stated with an authorative, simple nod on the matter; Even though she had essentially asked about Steph's background earlier? That was all the secret origin - Duela LOVED that term - that she needed for Stephanie Brown. The pale girl blushed, however, when Steph stated that she deserved to be met by someone like her; "No disagreements here. Especially not on the subject of you bein' dynamite. That I'm happy not to disagree with," she chuckled.
She did look a little bit concerned when Steph explained some of the specifics of how she'd come to meet her; "Again, totally not complaining about the bundle of awesomeness who has come to greet me, but.. Isn't that a little weird? Or is that how Batman usually operates?" she queried, making it clear she had zero - seriously, ZERO - complaints about Steph, thank the lord above for her awesome presence, but.. Still. Maybe she was just paranoid. That was swept away slightly when she saw Steph take revenge on the guy who had been eyeing up her rear, and she grinned, again putting one arm around her new friend and saying "Remind me not to get on your bad side, cute and awesome as that was, please?" She looked delighted, however, when Steph - clearly thinking of everything - explained that she could actually take her to one of her safehouses, which.. Sounded like a dream, and Duela promptly hugged Steph again, lifting the other girl off her feet, briefly; "You're a genius, is that clear? Geen. Ee. Us. Of course that's okay, I love the idea," she insisted, refraining from asking the incredibly stupid line of 'will you be staying there' because, well.. It was already obvious enough, thank you very much, that she liked the blonde.
"Waffles, huh? I already ate, but.. You know. Airplane food. Not the best. And that's being polite. So.. Yeah. I could definitely go for waffles, 'specially with my new bestest bud."
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Post by Batgirl on Feb 20, 2013 18:48:14 GMT -5
There was only one response to the joint chorus of ‘MY CITY’ that they’d managed, and that was an equally joint chorus of giggles. Steph’s shoulders shook with them for a moment, before the mind control thing brought them both back down to Earth. ”I’ve got to confess, I’ve only been through one dose of fear gas and one dose of… well, you won’t have heard of it. No real mind control, yet. Fingers crossed, let’s keep it that way. Though, while I’m going to join in the thanking Him that didn’t stick, you were the kid of what superhero from where now? I’m confused and maybe not as up on the big stuff as I could be.” ‘Twas always thus. Nobody briefed poor Stephie on the big things if they could avoid it. The very notion of Batman running tourism though was enough to leave her giggling again. ”Never even though of it,” She confessed, ”Probably because I don’t think of this like a tourist, ‘cause I don’t think we get that many. And, honestly, the whole ‘I am Darkness, I am the Night, I am Totally Unable to take a Joke’ thing doesn’t work in broad daylight.”
Ok… Just… Ok… The… Joker? Say what now? Steph blinked, raised a hand and opened her mouth then lowered the first and closed the second for a moment. Then shook her head and tried again. ”Props for getting this is eggplant. You’d be amazed how many people call it purple. But the Joker’s kid? No, not even my family is that screwed up, though I’ve got this friend…” No, bad Steph. No giving away Cass’ secrets. ”Still not going to wreck your face, which is way too pretty for punching. And I like it just the way it is, nothing aside.” Supportive Steph was in.
Before Steph could even start a reply, though it might have involved another little bow because she liked what D had said, she found herself being dragged – hah, that made it sound like she was unhappy about the idea – into what passed for a hug from the other girl. That, she hadn’t even expected but she definitely wasn’t objecting to it. Oh no, to the contrary, Steph instinctively turned into the hug. It wasn’t even something she thought about, it just felt natural to wrap her toned arms around the other girl, one hand easily resting between Duela’s shoulders, the other at the small of her back to press them together in a proper hug, warm and friendly and probably far too familiar. But then Stephanie Brown hadn’t ever been one for half measures and a one-armed hug was very much a half measure. Get it? A half… Oh, never mind. All that mattered was that they fitted together well, or that the way it was going for her at least.
”A – heels don’t do anything to make you dark and I’m pretty sure you’d be an inch bigger than me anyway. And B…” She paused. ”I don’t even have a B, which is just embarrassing. But you’re definitely my tall, dark and interesting former stranger. Plus the heels? They’re totally part of the great fashion sense bit, even if me, I prefer boots. Goes with the whole ‘kick-ass’ thing.” Her grin was pure Steph, bright and cheerful and determined. ”And I’m looking forward to giving you the chance to get to know me properly! Though I tend to save the bows for special occasions…” Hey, Tim never got a bow. He got a brick to the face, though he kinda seemed to like that.
Now arm in arm with Duela, Steph giggled at the answer she got. Hoo-boy, did she ever wish that was her family background, though she was telling her mom about the ‘Miss Cool’ bit later, that ought to make her smile. ”Not adopted here,” She confessed, ”But let’s go with that otherwise. Way better than my version. I’ll tell you sometime, when I’m drunk as a skunk and feel like airing all my colossal mountain of issues, like feeling all inadequate next to Black Canary or…” Steph blinked. Oh yeah, that hadn’t meant to slip out. ”Um, yeah, shutting up now.” Fortunately, they were soon talking about less embarrassing topics for her at least (D seemed kinda red, which was just adding more evidence to the whole ‘crush’ theory). The blonde didn’t feel like adding anything to that though.
Neither really did she feel like stepping into the minefield of Bat-family politics, if she was being honest that is. ”Ah, well…” She trailed off. ”Ok, yeah, it’s weird. But we don’t talk about that stuff in public, plus I maybe think it was your fearless boy leader who sent it. We’ve got… history. And wow is that the understatement of the century. So, moving on to something a bit more fun. And less bats in belfry inducing. Even if the compliments are definitely working. Very definitely working.”
One blonde brow went up a bit at the combination of arm around her slim muscled waist and the not getting on her bad side bit. ”Oh boy, that’s totally nothing,” Steph said sweetly, but with a hint of diabolical glee. ”If I wanted, I could dislocate or just plain break your wrist, your elbow and-slash-or your shoulder right now.” She waited a beat. Cass Combat Training ruled. ”But hey, then I wouldn’t be arm in arm with an awesome girl like you. Guess I better leave it, huh?”
This time, she was kind of expecting the Sneak Hug Attack, which allowed her to be somewhat prepared for things. What she wasn’t expecting was being lifted right off her feet for a moment though it didn’t stop her latching onto Duela like a flying squirrel with her arms. And her legs too for a moment, looping them around her new friend’s hips as she instinctively tried to avoid falling. But it wasn’t for long, before she let herself slide down Duela to the ground, taking a moment to brush a hand over the other girl’s biceps as she did. Hadn’t thought the tall, dark girl was that strong. Oh-kay, now she was going to get a crush too – in fact was already getting one.
Steph still managed a bashful grin at the praise. ”So never going to object to that title, though I like to think of myself as Gotham’s Princess of Crazy Plans. Happy to know this one worked out. And yeah, waffles are my drug of choice. So, we’ll hit the waffles then show you the whole shebang. Your safehouse, then maybe you’d like to, uh…” Steph paused, fluttering her eyelashes for a moment, loving the ‘geen-ee-us’ thing, ”Break out our other gear and sample the nightlife later, bestest bud?”
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Post by Duela Dent on Feb 24, 2013 17:57:26 GMT -5
Clearly, the two of them had a very, very similar sense of humour when it came to some things, and lightly mocking Batman was quite clearly one of them. Again, Duela didn't really mean it, nor would she say anything along those lines to Batman's face, but at the same time, it clearly didn't hurt things, and Steph's joining in with the giggles merely made Duela laugh harder; Clearly, not only was it the best medicine, but when something was genuinely funny, laughter was obviously contagious. "Well, I've never had any fear gas but I don't think we should endeavour to, you know, find out what each other's experiences were like," she suggested with a light smile, before Steph asked about her mind control experience; "Ugh, it was just bizarre; Supposedly, I was running around claiming I was the kid of a superhero named the Jokester from a place called Earth Three. Which was.. Um. You know what Rule 63 is? Basically imagine that, but like, every hero is a villain and every villain is a hero. And supposedly Earth Three was like that." She shrugged; "So, you know, clearly a load'a bee-ess," she muttered, although it had a bizarre resemblance to how Duela had been early on in her career.
"Oh, I don't know. Dress it up a little bit, I think he could do it. 'I AM FRIENDLY, I AM FUN, WELCOME TO GOTHAAMMMM!' has a certain ring to it. He could franchise it, makes loads of cash," Duela rattled off thoughtfully on the concept of Batman and tourism, which was just.. Her mind went to odd places, sometimes.
The green-haired girl quite openly flinched when Steph raised a hand because.. Well, you do the math. It wasn't particularly flattering to even jokingly suggest that someone could be the Joker's kid, and.. Well, given the things he was capable of, she fully expected Steph to want to smack her or something like that. Blinking herself, she soon relaxed when she understood Steph wasn't going to hit her, but she felt her face flush bright pink, feeling embarrassed for even thinking that her new awesome, hot buddy could do such a thing. A light chuckle emerged at the idea of actually knowing what tone Steph wore; "I'm kind-of picky when it comes to tones of purple myself - I usually go in for violet, myself," she explained, and that was the colour of the top hat she wore whilst bashin' baddies. "Again, that's why I didn't even suggest it seriously. I know he's.. Well. Let's not go there," she trailed off, her facial scars stinging as if telling her to shut up. And if Duela was already pink from embarrassment, her face turned near-beetroot as Steph stated she wouldn't wreck her face, that it was pretty, and she liked it just the way it was. "Thanks," Duela mumbled quietly, the quietness not meant as an insult, but more.. Well, just she was struggling here.
Not in a bad way, but if she wasn't already going to hug the blonde? Then she would've definitely been doing so after the kind stuff Steph had just said. Really, she would. And then she was even more delighted when Steph made it a full hug, Duela's arms finding themselves in similar spots to her new best friend's. Really, as silly as it was? She had to resist the urge to cry. She'd never made a friend this fast, really, and this was.. Was like, lightning in a bottle or whatever. It was just awesome. She didn't particularly ever want to let Steph go. Because really, Duela just needed someone like that - someone who seemed to effortlessly boost her confidence and yet also wasn't adverse to taking her own compliments at the same time. They felt.. Well, y'know, pea-poddy. Pea-poddy wasn't even a proper term - but Duela was certain that if she proposed the idea to Steph then she'd agree that it should be a term - but it just felt rather appropriate for the two of them. "Thanks," she mumbled again, blushing still, when it came to Steph's remarks on her fashion sense.
"I know whatever I'm gonna say is just gonna look like I'm saying it because you complimented me, but.. Really, I totally love those jean shorts. I see them a lot, West-Coasting it, y'know, but it's not a look that suits many. So not the case with you," Duela told her, which.. Well, it suggested that Duela had been admiring Steph's lower half, but.. Was that something to be ashamed of? Would the blonde even mind?
"Well, I'll work hard to make some special occasions. Because those bows are just too, too cute," she remarked simply on Steph's cute flourishes. She looked sympathetic, however, when Steph suggested that her family and background was the kind of thing that she could only really want to relate when drunk out of her mind; "Well, I'd at least be able to share, so you wouldn't be alone," she sympathised, "And I know those feels when it comes to feeling inadequate; you should try living in the same building as that new Won -- Um, Cassie," she corrected herself, as if the girl might suddenly appear out of nowhere, Slender Man-like, and snatch Duela up for calling her Wonder Girl; "Seriously. It's like living in the same building as.. As I dunno, Lisbeth Salander and she's intimidating and scary and all kick-ass, and by comparison I feel like freaking Bella from Twilight. If, you know, she was a liiiittle bit more awesome and a liiiittle less obnoxious."
She didn't even want to ask about what had gone on with Steph and Red Robin, given.. Well, it felt like it immediately placed the blonde way out of Duela's league, really; She wasn't so stupid as to not know what 'history' meant, because it could hardly mean the two just met for afternoon tea and discussions and had stopped after a disagreement, right?
But she got the point when it came to not discussing private stuff in public, and.. Well, it had been dense to even bring up Batman here, she supposed, but it was just an oddity, given she'd not even been expecting to meet anyone here. As they moved on, however, Duela eyed Steph with a pinch of fear as the blonde cheerily detailed how she could essentially destroy Duela's arm for all time. Not fun. Seriously not fun. She laughed nervously as Steph proposed 'leaving it', but shuddered with an odd bout of deja vu; "Sorry, it's just.. I don't know whether it's just me, but every blonde girl I meet lately seems to want to propose ways they could happily destroy parts of my body," she explained, lips shifting sideways in a frown as she eyed Steph; "I had Cassie detailing how she could put her hand through my gut the other day, and now this. So.. Um.. Yeah! I have to say that as messed up as I've been at times, I don't quite have a desire for my new best friend to ruin my good arm," she stated quite cheerily, although she was obviously a little nervous.
She hadn't expected to alarm the blonde when it came to lifting her off her feet - honestly, as cute as the reaction was; Duela laughed out loud at first at how Steph clutched her with her arms, but then realised that the blonde had wound her legs around her hips, which.. Well, that beetroot tone returned to Duela's face again as she fumbled for a place for her hands to settle, initially letting them rest on Steph's thighs - prompting a "Sorry!" from her before they shifted to her hips - another apologetic "Sorry!" emerging from her lips - before her hands almost settled on Steph's rear and Duela gasped to herself slightly, feeling like a complete idiot, before she opted to hold her friend by her back. "Um.. Um." she stammered, looking away lest her increasingly red face burst like an overripe strawberry.
Oh yes, she was falling hard for Steph Brown, and there was not a darn thing she could do about it.
"I barely even know you but I think that title is perhaps the most fitting I've ever heard for a person," she remarked brightly on the subject of Steph being Gotham's Princess of Crazy Plans. She nodded eagerly at the subject of waffles - could she have bacon too, her mind dared to dream - but then grinned broadly - with a swoon mixed in there at the eyelash fluttering - at Steph's next suggestion; "Good looking, kick ass, amazing personality, great taste in food, and now amazing ideas on how to spend the night? Gee-nee-us, Steph. Genius. Marry me. Marry me now," Duela pleaded with her, before bellowing "WAFFLES HOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" at the top of her voice.
Ohhh yeah. Definitely in love. Could you blame her?
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Post by Batgirl on Feb 25, 2013 18:06:53 GMT -5
So, Duela’s mind-control experiences? Weird. With a capital wubble-yew, most certainly. Not something Steph wanted to go through, because having a father calling himself the Cluester would be even worse than his current title. Seriously. ”Clearly,” She agreed simply, viewing that as all she needed to know on the matter. That’s all folks.
Somewhat flabbergasted, bewitched (by Duela,naturally), bothered (by the idea that she could be the Joker’s kid) and bewildered (by the combo-platter of the above), Steph missed the flinch. Which would have saddened her had she known about it, because she was a kind soul if a teasing one and the idea that she’d frightened her new friend wouldn’t have sat well at all with her. So, when she realised that Duela was blushing, she frowned, not entirely sure what she’d said or done (up until the flattery, that was) to make that happen. Still, she nodded in knowing agreement at the other girl’s comment. It was very important to get tones of purple right, particularly in a town where the difference between plain ol’ purple and eggplant made the difference between Joker trying to kill you and Batgirl swooping in to save the day. ”Consider it not gone to,” Steph nodded again. Joker. Eeesh.
And all she did at the quiet, so very quiet mutter of ‘thanks’ was smile and say not a word herself. That and relax into the hug, letting Duela make the move to let go, because she felt that this girl needed it somehow, needed the connection and she definitely wasn’t the one to deny it to her.
Then it came to throwing compliments her way and the blonde glanced down at her lower half thoughtfully. The shorts had originally been actual jeans, making them authentic. But, more importantly, Steph was proud of her lower body. She’d worked hard to build the muscles of her quads. Her calves, those were all sinewy muscle too. If she’d been given to another body type, maybe they’d have been long ‘n lean legs. Instead, given Steph’s wide hips and curvy behind (childbearing hips,because hey she'd had a child), she had curvy legs too. And she was proud of that. Hence the shorts, hence the leggings, hence (with her upper body) the sleeveless top that showed the hard work she’d put into her arms. And so, if Duela had been looking to earn major brownie points, she’d managed a good one. Steph beamed at her.
”Thanks!” She enthused, ”It’s nice to know the hard work’s paying off, y’know, even if I wear ‘em because I want to – fashion never was my thing…” So, no. She didn’t mind. Not in the slightest. Because, ok and she was a bit picky in some cases, but why wear that sort of thing unless she wanted people to notice her lower body?
Being firmly au fait with Twilight, Steph narrowed her eyes at the idea that Duela was anything like Bella. ”Correction, my dear Duela. A lot more awesome. I don’t see you falling head over brainless heels for some sparkly vampire.” She sniffed, mocking the whole idea. ”Though, while I may be totally kick-ass, I’m not intimidating. I’m sweet and cuddly. So, that’s something, I guess?”
Well. She hadn’t meant to scare her new friend, not in the slightest, so Steph looked penitent as Duela looked nervous, clearly apologetic and all the more so as the nervous giggles echoed out and she was aware of the shuddering that overtook the other girl’s body for a moment. Carefully, she put her own arm around the Titan’s slim waist, keeping her close. ”I wouldn’t,” She promised quickly, ”I wouldn’t do that to you. I suppose I just meant that I could… um, maybe ruin someone else’s arm if they tried anything? Or I could teach you how, though I kinda thought you’d already know that sort of thing…” Steph’s rambling sort-of apology trailed off at that.
Steph’s initial reaction to the hug-and-grab attack had been to just grab onto the nearest thing, hence the way her arms had gone around Duela’s torso and her legs had just draped themselves over the other girl’s hips, not so much hanging on as… uh, well, reflexively grabbing something. Or, in this case, someone, which was why her hold wasn’t exactly that great. So the blonde was already starting to slide almost from the word ‘go’, an interesting position that distracted her a bit from Duela’s laughter and then near-fatal blush. It didn’t, however, distract her from the way that her new best friend’s hands seemed to have a bad case of itchiness, resting on her legs, then her hips, then brushing – just brushing almost to the point that Steph thought she’d imagined it – over a piece of her anatomy behind her hips and then finally settling on her back. There was also much apologising. Unnecessarily, because if D had been holding her thighs to keep her up, Steph wasn’t going to complain at all.
Said Steph, incidentally, was going to have to do something or fall flat on her… bit of anatomy behind her hips. Ahem.
So, being slightly more in possession of her brain and only mildly blushing from the situation, she did two things. Firstly, and rather innocuously, she quickly moved her hands to Duela’s shoulders, interlacing her fingers together behind the dark-haired Titan’s neck. Stage one, accomplished. It meant she could do what she then did and hoist herself back up a bit until the two girls were nose-to-cherry (by which she meant ‘cheek’) and she wasn’t in imminent danger of dropping off. As she settled into her new position, Steph’s ankles wove together, the leather of her boots creaking, and she drew her thighs in to grip Duela’s hips firmly. Not squeezing, as such, more embracing – the other girl would be aware of the steady, warm, strong grip of the blonde’s legs, but she definitely wasn’t trying to do anything more than hold herself in place.
Oh, and succeeding because Steph had awesome legs, even if she did say so herself.
Face to face, very aware of their proximity, Steph grinned at Duela, her cheeks flushed, her eyes exhilarated. ”So, I guess this is where I say the pleasure is all mine?” The blonde offered with a grin. ”Only my accents suck and I totally don’t have the thighs to be Famke. Plus you are way too adorable to be Bond, James Bond.” And check, Steph still had that nasty case of brain-to-mouth filter not working.
Darn.
Oh well, she didn’t think Duela was going to object somehow, probably not even about the gentle (if, in Steph’s rather immodest opinion, saucy) python squeeze of her legs for an instant before relaxing again as she made the comment. Ok, now she was just being a bad girl, wasn’t she? Not least because she showed no signs of letting go of her arm- or leg-hold on her new friend, preferring to examine Duela’s face close up and seemingly at leisure.
But then she was, as she pointed out later, Gotham’s Princess of Crazy Plans and that title did fit her like a glove. And surely anyone as enthused as Duela seemed to be at the prospect of waffles wouldn’t mind a little messing around? Well, she certainly didn’t seem to judging by the enthusiasm being shown, which had even Steph going a tiny bit red around the edges. Ok, pink, just pink (and she blamed the sudden proposal, because clearly it wasn’t the praise, nope). ”You want to get married in the middle of Gotham airport?” That was all the wit she could manage at that point. It was probably drowned out by Duela’s war cry, which might be for the better. Maybe. In any case, Steph was never going to object to that. Taking the lead, she navigated out of the airport to the space where she’d left the Compact. In civvie mode, obviously.
”Tah-dah!” She gestured at the (eggplant) car with a grin. ”As promised, one chariot.”
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Post by Duela Dent on Feb 28, 2013 17:12:47 GMT -5
Duela was particularly happy that her new friend didn't opt to pursue a line of questioning about her mind-control experience, because.. Well, who would want to talk about something like that? It wasn't something she was particularly proud of, just like she wasn't really that into talking about how she used to be in the past, with her repeatedly accosting the Titans under various guises. So she was just glad that Steph offered the one word of agreement, nodding along with her, only to dive headfirst into embarrassment - perfect tens all round, if you please! - when it came to suggesting that, because of the eggplant tone she sported - sported very well, frankly - that Steph could have something to do with the Joker; If ever there was such a thing as an ill-advised flub, that was it right there, she supposed. Especially in Gotham City, of all places. You might as well tell someone from Keystone that because of the yellow cap they were wearing, they looked like the Reverse Flash or whatever.
So, yeah. She looked guilty. Felt guilty. Then looked elated, naturally, when Steph flattered her, more relieved that she wasn't going to get battered for her stupid remarks than anything else, she supposed. Duela didn't - really, honestly, truly did not - want to get off on the wrong foot with someone clearly as fun and fascinating (and attractive/brilliant/lovely/wonderful) as she was finding Steph, who was.. Well, did she even have to think it? She was easily the best kind of greeting that Duela could have gotten for returning to Gotham, especially considering some of the alternatives. She couldn't imagine any of the other members of the Bat-Family - especially obnoxious little brats who needed to be taught lessons by super-strong blonde girls - hugging her, for instance, and actually seeming like they meant it. For a little while, Duela didn't particularly want to let go, but eventually figured she had to. As they moved on, it seemed that - to Duela's delight - Steph didn't particularly seem to perceive her offering up her own compliments as Duela just saying things because she felt she had to.
Which was good; She absolutely meant what she was saying, even if there was the whole underlying thing about exactly why Duela had been looking at her jean-shorts; Yes, she looked good. Duela decided against denying it with herself, now, since it was increasingly, perfectly obvious that she liked the blonde. Steph clearly looked good, and clearly knew it, and Duela grinned at her acceptance of the remarks; "Pshh, fashion's overrated," Duela grumbled with said grin still in place; "Do we really need some overpaid designers and their.. Um.. Proxies or whatever in magazines an' the TV telling us what to wear, an' what looks good?" she mused, shrugging as she added "You clearly don't." She had, of course, naturally noticed the.. Ah, fruits of Steph's labour, when it came to her appearance.
If Duela could say she had a 'type'.. Well, she supposed she'd found it now. Come on! Look at her!
"Hey, give it time - there's that weirdo Brother Blood kid the Titans keep on running into," she mused on the subject of sparkly vampires, and whilst Brother Blood wasn't sparkly, the idea of Duela possibly falling for that little freak was.. Well, about as likely as her actually finding a sparkly vampire and falling head over heels for them; In a word? Very unlikely. Especially given her tastes were increasingly leaning more toward blonde. Athletic. Hot. Funny. Charismatic, with a taste for finest eggplant. That Steph already apparently regarded Duela as 'awesome', though - that definitely endeared her to Duela all the more; "The sweetness I will happily confirm you have in glorious abundance, Stephanie Brown," Duela remarked brightly, "But as for the cuddliness? The jury's not exactly out, but.. Well, I might need another hug or two before I can confirm your cuddly status, your kick-asseyness," she added, not intending for that to be a cue for Steph to hug her again, but... If she did? So not complaining.
Her cheeriness from happily confirming how sweet Steph was dropped like her stomach - more than slightly afraid - as the blonde talked about ruining her arm. She quickly recovered when Steph carefully corrected herself, Duela relaxing and turning pink yet again as she realised that the adorable blonde had put her arm around her waist; When had that happened? She wasn't complaining, but now, free from worrying about her own arm, Duela nodded as Steph explained more. "Well, I know enough to get by. I think Nightwing once told me I fight like I'm drunk, which I took as a compliment about being unpredictable," she mused, leaning in close and conspiratorially whispering "I know he probably didn't mean it like that, but don't ruin the delusion for me, 'kay?" with a grin on her face once more. "If you're offering, though, I wouldn't say no to a lesson or two or whatever," she added quickly, thinking that it could be a chance to see the blonde in whatever she trained in.
Duela shuddered again at the idea, even as her brain flat-out branded her a pervert. Either way, the idea that Steph would even considered busting her arm was now firmly forgotten, Duela enjoying her company once more. And she was still enjoying it - albeit in a different and utterly embarrassed and secretive way - when she found herself trying to keep ahold of Steph to stop her falling off her after the super-hug-special. Needless to say, if this were some kind of cute anime - probably one of the redonkulous harem ones - blood would be spurting from Duela's nose in an uncontrollable geyser, right now. As it was, the second Steph's hands clasped the back of her neck, Duela was bright red, not entirely knowing what she was doing, but her brain - despite calling her a pervert just before - was telling her that whatever it was? She didn't mind. That was only reinforced when Duela felt the embrace of Steph's legs, felt the general proximity between the two; Somehow, her hands chose now to navigate their way - largely uselessly - to the undersides of Steph's thighs, helping hold her up. Blinking furiously, as if her eyelids were the equivalent of a fan and blinking would discharge the heat Duela felt, increasingly warm and shy and embarrassed, her lips merely added a dumb "Umm.. Um," to the proceedings.
Fortunately, she wasn't the only one aware of their proximity, and once she had the courage to look back up again, her eyes met Steph's, and the lip-quivering embarrassment turned to a proper grin, like the blonde's; And then she went and pulled a really odd reference out of her hat - Duela got it, of course, even though she wasn't really a Bond fan. "I.. Um. Well, be fair to yourself - her accent was all over the place in that movie, and.. Well, I'm more convinced by your.. Your.. Your thighs. Than, ah.. Than hers, I mean. Actually being between yours might have something to do with that though," Duela told her, alternating between stammering slightly and speaking far too fast for her own good. "I also think I could do a mean Roger Moore impression, but otherwise, m'kinda inclined to agree with you," she added, laughing now without any real nervousness.
After all, nearly anyone could do an impression of Roger Moore's eyebrow-lifting antics. Either that or they could do Shean Connery'sh rediculoush acshent pretty well, she supposed. "Remind me never to let you take me to a Turkish Bath or a spa or wherever it is they fight in that movie, yeah?.. So, am I gonna have to carry you to my chariot?" she asked, grinning at her new friend and having noted fully that Steph didn't really seem intent on letting go, which was.. Well, she didn't mind. Starting to walk, still holding Steph - and careful not to navigate into anyone, Duela noted that her face was an apparent source of interest for the other girl. Refusing to bow to embarrassment, even with Steph's current proximity to Duela's biggest shame - those scars - she peeked over Steph's shoulder briefly, before her eyes met Steph's again, and her brain had a classic case of not keeping up with her mouth;
"See anything you like?" she asked, and to Duela's credit? She didn't flinch, didn't suddenly turn purple or beet red, but you could guarantee that if she could facepalm at that point, she would. Fortunately, Steph-carrying denied that action, and Duela would just have to deal with it, really. And by deal with it, she meant 'fumblingly and stupidly covering for herself when Steph asked what she'd meant by that. For her part, she missed the blonde's comment as she declared her enthusiasm for waffles, but as the two of them reached Steph's car, Duela let out a.. Well, okay, not quite a squeak and definitely a scream, but a distinct noise of delight when she looked the thing over. "Ohmygosssssh, look at it! It's even eggplant!" she declared, eyes wide with glee and admiration; "I'm so, so glad to see you keep a consistent colour-scheme going on," she mused, grinning at her friend.
Not much later, the two of them were.. Knee-deep didn't work when it came to waffles, did it? Unless you were in some kind of sacred paradise where people filled swimming pools with the things, which.. Well, add that to Duela's increasingly long line of fantasies, a handful of which also definitely involved the lovely Miss Brown. But regardless, they had waffles, and they were.. They were just glorious. Duela's mouth had clearly entered some state of nirvana, eating these glorious things.
"I can't believe I missed out on these for so long. All these wasted years without glorious, glorious waffles," Duela faux-wept in a mock-teary way, shaking her head as she tucked into another mouthful of waffle, bacon, and maple syrup, which was a fairly common combination, by her understanding, but.. Well, Duela liked to think it said a lot about her, that the recipe was her favourite. "So I know I'm a Gotham native and all.. But.. Well, clearly, I fail at that, because where have you and where has this place been all my life?"
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