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[i_spoiled_it]

Steph's talk with Batman has cleared up precisely nothing. It's nearing daylight by the time the window slides up soundlessly again and she slips inside, cloak blending with the shadows, tired and only wanting to slide into bed with a snuggly, snoring boyfriend. Which she promptly does.

Somewhere that's way too early in the morning, the warm

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[notanoptimist]

There's the familiar roar of a growling car in front of the building they've been sleeping in, and then some shouting. Something that sounds a lot like "I HATE YOU" and a lot of laughter. Then the engine roars again, and the apartment door opens to reveal her boyfriend, smirking and shaking his head.

Only to stop (freeze?) and blink at Steph. "Oh. Hey. Um... you're up."

[i_spoiled_it]

Angst, meet Sokka-time. THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE SURVIVOR.

Steph looks at the bed, at herself, and back at the bed. "Yup."

Eyebrow-raise!

[notanoptimist]

"...hi!"

Boyfriend looks shifty. Nervous. Perhaps even guilty.

Also, a little red-faced.

[i_spoiled_it]

A smirk is slowly creeping over Steph's face. "Hi."

Raaaaaised eyebrows.

Whatever it is, this is obviously going to result in amusement!