Re: Wayne Manor: destiny/steph.
[The popcorn assault catches her off-guard, and her jaw drops as she tries to swat some of it away with no avail.] What the fuck! [She'd been playfully asking, and sure, some of it is general curiosity and prodding and that entitlement to know, but goddammit. She glares, and she crosses her arms over her chest, and she opens her mouth to argue. Because yes, it is her job. It's been hammered into her time and time again (or so she thinks) that it's up to her to keep the family together. Keep them together, because who else is going to do it? Every other attempt has failed, and the city needs this. Needs them as a unit. What else is she good for?
Gotham needs a batfamily that works, and she isn't sure that's actually possible. But she's sure as fuck going to try. And she sure as fuck knows she has to do it.
So yes, she opens her mouth to argue, and to drive home about the comeuppance, but something shifts quickly. His face goes sharp, and his eyes go flicker-rapid, and the pages of that old book begin to fill before her eyes. It's a concept she's imagined, but she's never actually seen before, and the entire thing startles her into silence, jaw loosening and then closing. Stephanie almost reaches out for him to steady him, her hand lifting up slightly as her blues go wide, but the movement dies halfway as he speaks.] I don't know. [HIs booming voice catching her off-guard, too. Her voice is quiet.] No one? Me? Them? [She almost says you, and she knows there's something wrong with that answer, as there's something wrong with all of her answers.] It doesn't matter? [In the grand scheme of things -- she doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things -- she leaves that bit off.]