steph/bruce: above the ice cream shoppe.
Stephanie was exhausted, purple bags underneath her eyes and an ache in her bones. Small town law enforcement wasn't difficult in theory, but in reality, of course some weird shit was happening. Of course nothing would be normal. The dense fog still lingered, and there was nothing the PD could do about it. Understaffed and at a loss, they just sat and waited for the other shoe to drop. And that? Was anxiety-inducing and exhausting. And that didn't even take into account the ghosts from the past lingering around this town or the citizens with special abilities or a government that wanted to ruin everyone's lives.
You know, minus some colorful bursts, Repose wasn't very much different than home.
When she opened the door to her apartment, her nose was in her phone (a very bad move both as a cop and a former vigilante). The apartment was small, though enough space for her to live in and wallow in and contemplate why the fuck she came to this town in the first place. It wasn't bad...or well, it hadn't been until Eddie told her the news that Bruce wasn't dead. That he'd lied to everyone -- his family, his friends, his loved ones -- and hid from them for over a year. Livid didn't even begin to describe how she felt.
And then speak of the fucking devil.
Stephanie screamed dropping her phone and back, grabbing for her gun before realizing who it was. "What the fuck!" was all she shouted, though her hand froze before pulling her fire arm out of the holster.