Re: Steph/Bruce -- Steph's loft.
I wouldn't say predictable. But sometimes, it's a good thing to have consistency. [She offered him a soft smile, grateful that at least he was still the same. Perhaps a little harsher, more world weary, but the same man she'd grown to love like a father all those years ago.]
It's the worst feeling. [The helplessness, the loss of control, the inability to do anything. Stephanie was so good at latching onto those feelings, too. Holding tight and burrowing herself in the guilt and depression that came along with it. Her mouth quirked sardonically at his surprise. Yes, of course it was. She shrugged, and she blinked away a few more tears.] Of course he came to mine. [That was her luck, wasn't it? And then, she shook her head, scoffing at the idea of her being hurt.] No, no. I woke up -- or whatever, it ended before he could do some damage to me, too. [Fingers reached underneath the dark sunglasses again, and she pressed against her eyelids. It was clear she was just following Flounder at this point, who tugged her a little happily towards the entrance of the tiny park.] I was doing better, Bruce. Not much, but a little. [She drew quiet for a moment.] I almost wish I'd killed him. I know I would be devastated if I did, but I'm so- [She trailed off, shaking her head.] I woke up...arrived back home with one of his victim's blood still soaking my clothes, still on my hands.