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Oct. 28th, 2015



A picture of a woman and child, newly postpartum.

Oct. 27th, 2015


destiny ; batfam+

[She returns home, blinking right back into her apartment where her pets have been fed and looked after, and that postcard is still waiting for her. Gotham, she can tell even now, is in shreds. To the journals she goes.]

[locked to destiny]

[Assuming:] Thanks for looking after them.

[locked to batfam+]

[A long cursor blink, and then:] Hi. I'm guessing I missed a lot.

Oct. 5th, 2015


Delivery: Stephanie B

[It takes a moment of contemplation - more than it usually does for anything else - before Destiny leaves something for Stephanie in her apartment. There's a bag of dog treats (for Flounder, who looks no worse for not having her around as someone still took care of him) and a plant of fresh catnip for Bandit. For her, only a postcard stuck to her refrigerator. The only writing on the back is the date of their night there, but it remains unsigned - he doesn't think it needs it. Everything else in the apartment remains untouched.]

Oct. 2nd, 2015



[While sitting in the hallway outside the DC door.]


Sep. 21st, 2015


"Emily G"

[After this.]

Are you okay?

Sep. 16th, 2015


Thread: Destin and Steph - Eat your heart out Harry Potter

Despite all things said on the journals, Destin - who wasn't really Destin, like Emily wasn't really Emily - had all the game of a blind geek with a magic phone. At least the damn thing seemed like magic, because he knew all the words that flowed across the screen without actually reading a single letter. It wasn't close to normal, but it didn't feel off. It felt - right - and it was one of the few things that did.

Much like it felt right to talk to her - Stephanie - even though his palms felt slightly damp and he was currently staring at his closet - where he knew his closet to be, the phone informed him, as if it held some secret. He reached out, fingers running over shirts that he knew the composition of - 95% cotton, 5% spandex, 50% cotton and 50% polyester, 100% cotton (that one, it felt smoother under his fingertips). The phone told him it was white, but the one two hangers down was dark gray and that seemed to be the better choice if only because it was more forgiving than white. (White being the color that showed lipstick and coffee stains - as the phone also informed him.)

Gray it was.

And dark blue jeans that had probably been ironed (no, said the phone) - if they'd ever been worn (correct) - but it wasn't as though he could check himself in the mirror. (He looked clean and preppy - or so he was informed by the thing chained to his wrist.) The last thing to go on were his sunglasses that he wore around campus, and out he went, no stick in sight, nothing to help him but the steady flow of information from the phone about where to go, who was coming, which corner to go around - don't trip over the passed out fratboy - and to her dorm.

One nervous rub of his palms against his jeans, a deep breath for courage, and he knocked, lightly, all knuckle on manufactured wood.

Sep. 15th, 2015


Destin R

[During her phone conversation with Ed, penmanship a little shaky as she scrawls in her journal.]

are you a ghost?

[And then, after a second, jerky as she forces herself to put the words down.] am I a ghost?

[...] would you tell me if we were?

Sep. 12th, 2015



[As Steph B.]

First weekend here, so where tf are the good parties at?

Aug. 21st, 2015


destiny, eddie n.

[locked to destiny.]

[After all her various conversations with the family. Definitely not facetiously:] I'm batting a 1000 here.

[locked to eddie n.]

Hey. [Cautious blink, blink.] I heard about the Lounge. Are you okay? Is everything alright?

Aug. 5th, 2015


Stephanie B

I have popcorn.

Jul. 29th, 2015


Selina K

[As Destiny.]

Hello. Mind a visit?

Jul. 23rd, 2015


selina k., the birdies, destiny, eddie n.

[locked to selina k.]

Sorry, I haven't checked in sooner. I've been hiding and trying to pretend things in Gotham are better than they seem, but I failed miserably at that. How are you holding up?

[locked to the bird boys]

[Separately.] Alright. No bullshit check-in time.

[locked to destiny.]

[She's got no idea where to put it, so his dinosaur gummies are left on the counter in Wayne Manor again.]

[locked to eddie n.]

[Against some of her better judgement, but after hearing about some new management at the Iceberg through the grapevine. (Some of her old patients.)] You're back?

Jul. 19th, 2015



[The being formerly known as Death]

I flirted.

Jul. 3rd, 2015



[locked to destiny]

[During the Batfam+ post, while walking dino land with Selina.]

How bad is it there?

Jun. 11th, 2015


various locks.

[After getting Jason into a hospital in Gotham, after helping with some more clean-up in Marvel, she returns home for the time being. And lots of people get messages.]

[locked to barbara g.]

Hi. I'm back. I'm sorry. Are you okay?

[locked to jason t.]

How ya feeling, slugger? The food kill you yet?

[locked to destiny.]

You see. When I got back from that Marvel mess, I was gonna be cute and bake you something, but I have no idea where to leave it.

[locked to selina k.]

Hi, kitty cat. Make it out of there okay?

[locked to leo c.]

[A sketch of this, Batsignal, clear pops of color that this Gotham lacks, and all.] That's my Gotham. Well, the one where I grew up. My baby brother and I always said this city was too blue sometimes.

[locked to steve r.]

Let me know if you guys need anymore help over there, okay? I'm popping back in Gotham, but I can be back there in a second.

[locked to bruce w.]

Glad everything waited for us to leave for it to go to shit. So considerate like that.

[locked to eddie n.]

You better not be dea I'm sure you don't even wanna tal [In the end, nothing posted.]

Jun. 3rd, 2015



[Because he's tired of who is and isn't on a lock.]

Don't expect a new Arkham.

[Private to Muerte]
[After talking to Selina:]

What a strange place this city has turned into while I was away.


Destiny, Muerte says hi.

May. 27th, 2015


death, steph, public


I never had the desire to know what I would dream about if I did dream.

[Stephanie B.]

After one of these, I understand it's typical to check on people.

[Public, from "Dot"]


May. 11th, 2015


Death, Stephanie, Leo


How is Marvel?

[Stephanie B.]
[As Destin R.]

Did you enjoy space?

[Leo C.]
[Also as Destin]

Opening at the Lounge on 49th. Saturday, 7 pm.

Apr. 29th, 2015


[Eddie N, Destiny, Selina K]

[Eddie N]
[A day or two after he leaves Marvel, after he settles into Crane's office. On top of the wide, wide desk, when he's not looking, appears a bright green, pump-style coffee pot. The coffee inside is hot and rich, almost borderline too strong. And in a little basket next to it, a selection of creamers in foil-topped plastic cups. Some are normal (French Vanilla, Hazelnut, Mocha, Peppermint), but some are a little stranger (Almond Joy, Cinnabon), and a few that fall into the category of why (Chili pepper, Bacon). There's also a mug, just one, the same green as the coffee pot, with a note tucked inside: Thanks for the tacos. No other explanation.]

[Back in the door. Catching up.]

I don't remember the last time you teased me, which means it's been too long. How are you?

Apr. 27th, 2015


Lo, a public post.

[As Destin R.]

Amare et sapere vix deo conceditur.

[ETA: Locked following this]

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