steph brown has a (![]() ![]() @ 2015-02-07 14:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | !dc comics, *log, selina kyle, stephanie brown |
gotham u: steph/selina
[Stephanie was trying her hardest to adjust, to learn this Gotham. Maybe a different girl -- a blonde bat -- would have dove right into crime fighting and patrolling, but that wasn't this girl's schtick. (Not yet, anyway. Who knew what this place might bring?) No, right now this Steph had different priorities. Namely, finding out who was here and what the sitch was. Sure, Eddie had said that her father had been dead for a long, long time in this Gotham, but that didn't mean anything right now. She wanted proof, and Nigma wanted her to go away anyway, so why would she believe him?
A niggling voice in the back of her mind told her that he was right, that he was trustworthy though. The memories tucked away in the back of her brain from another woman told her that he was good. And yeah, Steph couldn't help believing that. She couldn't help believing that all these people were good. Even the Bat, or at least this Bat. Maybe it was that pesky hope that she could never really shake. That unwavering faith that people, deep down, could have redeemable qualities. (See: Arthur Brown.)
She almost didn't go out that day to find out, but she wasn't satisfied. She had googled Brown, Cluemaster, anything relating to him, but all she got were some dated articles about her dad and then some about her. Or the other her. Whatever.
So, she got bundled up, and she made her way to the university. Classes had already started, and she'd gotten emails from professors asking about a "medical leave," so she assumed that it was fair game to go there. The campus itself was teeming with students, and for the first time since she arrived here, she felt real familiarity. Not a fleeting, vague remembrance of a life that wasn't hers. She felt herself unspool as she strolled along the path, purple hat on top of blonde hair bright among the blue-slate cityscape and snow coating the campus. Guard down for once, even if maybe it shouldn't be.]