Re: wayne manor: destiny/steph
[After leaving the cookies on the counter, she had started on making herself a cup of coffee, padding around the sprawling Wayne Manor kitchen in mismatched socks (because her wardrobe, in all the intervening years, has not upgraded). She hadn't been sleeping well lately, and everything going on in Gotham -- the mob, Selina and Eddie leaving, Jason being in the hospital -- has her on high alert. She can't sleep if she tried. Still, she feels the slow drag of fatigue on her eyes and muscles, and that's where the coffee comes in. Mug in hand, she hears the sound of pages and thinks that she's losing her mind officially until a voice rings out. A yelp, and she almost drops her mug, but catches it just before it shatters on the ground.]
Jesus fucking Christ. [She clutches at her chest, palm pressed to her clavicle as her heart hammers in her chest. Her shirt, slightly too big, slips off one shoulder, and her black leggings have little splatters of paint here and there. Clearly, she hadn't been expecting company, beyond Bruce, who is busy hawking at the hospital with Jason. She takes a moment, and she stares unabashedly. Blue eyes wide and still adjusting to whatever the fuck has just happened. After a few seconds, she laughs.] You're gonna kill me with a heart attack. [And then another laugh.] I forget that you can see everything. No more typing things out and erasing them for me. [Her hand falls away from her chest, but she still clutches to the mug, hand shaking. Because sneaking up on someone with panic issues? Maybe not the best. But, she's calming down, and she inhales deeply through her nose, smirk crawling up her mouth.]