sticky

[secondchances]

Who: Stephanie Brown and YOU??
What: Sighing a lot and getting tar everywhere
When: Today!
Where: The castle grounds
Rating: PG



Tar, tar everywhere. It was black, sticky, and warm to the touch--which Steph discovered, as it clung to her arms and neck. It didn't take too long for her to realize that many in the castle were being afflicted by this, so she tried to tough through it. It would stop eventually, and she had things to do. There was still a lot to be done in the city, before she and Cass left on the expedition.

However, the more she touched, the more tar seemed to come from her hands.

She wasn't going to be useful to anyone today, let alone herself, she came to realize.

What was the logical response?

To lay down on the grass in front of the castle, of course. Maybe if she didn't touch anything for a while, the sticky goo would recede. In the meanwhile, staring at the sky seems like a good option.

Yeah, castle. She gets the irony. She messes up everything she touches. Ha ha.

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[secondchances]

"Me either." She sighs, then falls onto her back on the grass.

"May will probably be weird. Just a head's up. Mother's day usually leads to babies."

[dorkwonder]

"I remember you mentioned that." Lays down on the grass next to her. Lightly grazes a couple of fingers along her closest sleeve.

"Think we're going to end up with a baby?"

[secondchances]

"I think it's likely. If I had to guess, 80% chance you and I end up with a baby, 10% chance we end up with babies with other people, and the last ten is that we manage to end up with nothing."

[dorkwonder]

Lightly drums his fingers against her shoulder blade, playing out all of the different risks and variables that come into play for the different situations.

"How do you feel about option a?"

[secondchances]

"Weird," she replies, honestly. It was weird enough with Terry. With Tim? Someone she loves, but probably doesn't have anything close to a concrete future with?

"It has a lot of potential to be depressing, you know. For a lot of reasons."

Another being that she has a child out there, somewhere.

[dorkwonder]

"It really, really does." Some cuteness, but lots and lots of awkwardness and depressiveness.

"So, we are hoping for option C, then?"

[secondchances]

"I am, but I can handle whatever. What about you?"

[dorkwonder]

"A could be really hard, depending on what the baby looks like." Meaning if she looks like the baby she gave birth to, that only he remembers helping her prepare for, and give away.

[secondchances]

"Yeah."

She scoots a little closer.

"If it happens, we'll help each other get through whatever feelings it kicks up. Okay?"

[dorkwonder]

"Okay. I can already tell you, I will need an evening or two of alone time to sort my thoughts out, if the baby looks the same."

[secondchances]

"I'll give you space if you promise to come back to sleep at my place."

It's a compromise.

[dorkwonder]

"Deal." Holds up his pinky to her, since he can't seal the deal with a kiss or a handshake.

[secondchances]

"Deal." She cringes as she gets more tar on his hand with the pinky swear.

"I know I've said you'd have to deal with me sitting in on your alone time, but I'll compromise. I don't wanna smother you and make it worse."

[dorkwonder]

"I appreciate it." Sometimes he needs complete alone time. Once he's had time to do some hardcore brooding, he eventually starts to come out of it. He doesn't want to be hostile with her because he feels smothered.

Flicks his pinkie to try and rid himself of the tar.

[secondchances]

Gross, Tim.

"I'm pretty awesome with kids. Damian was turned into a toddler, once. I ended up doing most of the care taking."

[dorkwonder]

"I believe it." After all, even at fifteen she seriously considered keeping her baby and had so much love to give the little girl.

[secondchances]

She smiles and looks up at the sky.

"But hey, who knows. Maybe we won't have to deal with that."

[dorkwonder]

"Maybe the worst thing we'll have to deal with is a few stinky diapers."

[secondchances]

"Can't be worse than this," she motions at herself.

[dorkwonder]

"...Why did you have to say that." Terrible, horrible mental image. Dirty diaper+her being smeared with tar=scream. He has heard hideous stories from his friends who babysit, about diaper changes going wrong.

[secondchances]

"Oh? Are we grossed out, now?" She smirks, slowly rolling towards him.

[dorkwonder]

"You're not imagining what I'm imagining."

[secondchances]

"Doesn't matter." She reaches out a sticky hand.

[dorkwonder]

"Scratch that a few hours of cuddling, to a few minutes. " Scoots away from her.

[secondchances]

"But Tim! I love you!"