stephanie nashton does it all (forthem) wrote in rooms,
Re: log: eddie/steph
Stephanie knew all about life and death in Gotham. She'd nearly died countless times. And how many people were risen by the glow of the pit? She rumbled a sad noise in the back of her throat, frowning deeply. "I don't want her to be right. I really, really don't want- we are it. We're it." She didn't vocalize that she never wanted to be just it. She loved Bruce, she loved the man implicitly, but he needed more than just them. Maybe if people stopped asking for so fucking much and started giving, things would get better.
She returns the squeeze with a flimsy smile, clearly not placated by his words or the assurances they were giving one another. She couldn't lose Bruce. She didn't think she wanted to live in this Gotham without him. "He better," Steph said, sighing before smiling a little proudly. "I'm going to ask him to walk me down the aisle. He has to be happy about that, right?" And she hoped, oh she hoped that he could take that as a point of pride and not another burden for him. Then, she laughed quietly, pressing at her eyes to stave tears for Bruce that wanted to escape.
"When did that become the rule? That we have to be first?" She grinned brightly, lowering her hand to grab the burger again for another gracious bite. "I don' fink they're mawwied yet," she assured with a full mouth before swallowing.