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CHARACTERS: Stephanie "Sunshine" Brown (

rhymeswithdeath) and John "Eyebrows" Blake (

learnedtosmile)
LOCATION: space kitchen.
WARNINGS: bat-feelings (none so far!).
SUMMARY: friendship is magic, but teaching John about it is hard.
NOTES: don't judge me.

[ When Steph gets to the kitchen, she's a little sore after literally running into poor Annabeth. Even superheroes bruise sometimes, you know. Normally after a boss battle with one of their super-human rogues and not after a bony, hallway collision, but same difference. The dork knight isn't going to mention her clutziness unless confronted with solid proof and a serious lack of exits,

Whatever, though, she's fine. Waffles aren't hard to make, anyway — they're kind of her thing now. She's had more than enough practice making them, after all. So what if it's afternoon? Time matters not when waffles are in mind, so lunch waffles with the Detective are totally fine in her book.

Besides, she needed an excuse to talk to him more.

It's obvious he doesn't trust her yet (or anyone, maybe), and she doesn't blame him for that. Stephanie just...still doesn't get him, and she'd like to fix that. Bat-family is bat-family. Plus, if she knows her bat-family traits (which she does; backwards and forwards), Blake could be in need of friends. Maybe.

Even if he doesn't, she now has delicious waffles, which is as rewarding as the magic of friendship (if not moreso). ]

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So, what about you? Do you, uh — have a family? [ and that's the catch. she's been opening up in hopes that he'll do the same.

she isn't subtle, but she tried. ]

No. [Well, he's been honest about everything else. And she's not the first person on the Tranquility that he's told. Still, as much out of old habit as anything, he braces himself for the inevitable response.]

Oh. [ She doesn't know what to say to that. It's never been her forte, but — she was prepared for this. bat-family history is never too cheerful. ] Were you raised by assassins — I mean, who'd you grow up with?

[That gets his lips to twitch a little - just a little. At least it's not that simpering 'I'm so sorry' crap he gets so often.] No, I'd say my story is pretty typical for poor kids in Gotham. After my dad died, I got shuffled around a few foster homes, then ended up in a boys' home. Guy named Reilly runs the place. He's a good guy. Still do some volunteering there, when I can.