Re: Wayne Manor: destiny/steph.
[Her fingers drum on her pale forearms, listening but looking up at the ceiling in a way akin to the way she did as a teenager. Biting her lip, eyes closed, and breaths long and drawn. Inhale, exhale. She knows in the back of her head that he doesn't mean harm, that there is no ill-will. But, she's frustrated, and she's at a loss, and she feels like the small bit of progress she's made is for naught once again.
When he calls her out on her shit, her eyes open, and her neck falls slowly to look at him again, blonde eyebrow raised. And while he thinks that he should be nice, she does need a little harshness now and then. Otherwise, she'll wrap herself in further, she'll spiral, she'll probably be an asshole. Stephanie Brown is no saint, and she's well aware. But, she still falls into those traps, and even with good intentions, she fucks up. A lot.
She rubs her cheek with a hand, then cups it as she sighs. After a moment, there's finally a response. That realization in her face.] Alright. You've fucking got me on that one. [She starts worrying her bottom lip, nibbling until it goes puffy, and then she speaks again. There's a step forward so she can lean on the island instead of propping herself on the counter near the skin.] I don't even know what to say to her. [A tiny groan as she rubs her eyes, as she pinches the bridge of her nose.] I'll reach out to her. To talk. [Then, a tiny smile, sardonic in nature even as her blue eyes start to soften a little. Anger dissipating a little.] At least I didn't go waltzing to drag her out of a door.
[Again, she sighed, dropping her head and letting her blonde hair create a curtain.] It feels like that with this family. We're already losing people piece by piece.