|Stephanie Brown || Batgirl (stephaniebrown) wrote in wariscoming,|
@ 2010-08-30 21:57:00
|Entry tags:||stephanie brown/batgirl, xander harris|
Who: Stephanie Brown and Xander Harris
What: Chatting and stuff. Also, there's ice cream.
When: Night time, April 30th.
Where: The community kitchen! At least in the beginning.
Warnings: It's Steph and Xander. I can't think of anything.
Stephanie was pretty sure that she'd been doing better at keeping up her cheerful front since Ron had started asking her what was bothering her, but there was no way she could have been positive. At least he stopped asking though, because she had no idea how she could explain it outside of going "I'm pretty sure you're going to ditch me for Hermione now that she's here and your age. And why wouldn't I be pretty sure of that? She's the one you're supposed to be with." If she flat out said it then she would come off as a clingy girlfriend. And a suspicious one, at that. She was aware that was how she used to be back when she was with Tim, partly cause of the boyfriend she had before Tim, partly because her dad made her have a hard time really trusting people, but Stephanie didn't want to be that kind of girl any more. It ended up causing more problems than solutions.
In the end, all the pretending to be fine in the world didn't mean that she was really fine. She just didn't really have anyone to talk to about it. Back home if this sort of thing happened (minus it being Ron Weasley, cause the odds of Ron showing up in Gotham were slim to none. Supposedly, at least.) she would have probably gone to Babs. But the Babs here still didn't seem to really like her all that much. Which was fine. Stephanie knew that Babs wasn't her biggest fan before she stepped into the Batgirl boots and proved herself to her, and the Babs here in the building was from sometime before that ever happened.
There was also Dick. And he was just... Dick. He didn't like her, Stephanie knew that. So he was out.
Even back home Stephanie didn't have all that many people she could confide in, so she had gotten used to just keeping a lot of stuff to herself.
That night there was that nagging at the back of her mind that every girl gets when she's upset about something. The one that says that ice cream will make everything better and the world will be wonderful again once vast amounts have been consumed. It never really panned out that way afterwards, but there was always the hope that maybe this time would be the case where it worked. The problem was that Stephanie was out of ice cream. She'd finished off her half gallon of MOO-ionaire's Java the night before and she wasn't in the mood to change out of her comfy monkey print pajamas to go get more from the grocery store. So, instead she just went down to the community kitchen to see if there was any ice cream in the freezer down there, and if so, what kind it was.
There wasn't anything all that special in the kitchen freezer, just a half gallon of vanilla, but that would work well enough. Besides. It was half gone anyway. She'd just replace it when she went to the store the next day.
She pulled the half gallon out of the freezer and grabbed a spoon out of a nearby drawer. Not even willing to bother with a bowl, because she'd probably just eat it all anyway, walked over and flopped down in a chair by the table over in the corner.