Character development, primarily for shatterverse's Steph.

Questions from this page.

( Am I doing memes instead of working? Nahh. Maybe. A bit. )

The living room of 132 is empty, as are both bedrooms. The suite is painfully clean, apart from the dumbbells in the middle of the living room and the handful of sweaty workout clothes tossed on the floor ( Read more... )

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( One-sentence drabbles, Steph/Sokka )

Suite 132 has that air of hushed tragedy that hangs over sites where something awful has happened. The stillness in the air, the silence of the grave, the anxious, desperate hope of the pale-faced woman waiting at home to hear the news ( Read more... )

Steph's ...

Okay, honestly, she's just bored. It's all very well gathering yourself to dump the boyfriend, but nobody ever tells you what to do after you're done with the crying and the eating-of-chocolate ( Read more... )

Steph is, in fact, sleeping. She spends a lot of time sleeping, because it's significantly easier than spending time thinking seriously about her life as it stands.

Today, the couch is the lucky host to Steph's sleeping. The TV is still on and the edge of the cushion has made a square red pattern in her cheek. She doesn't even hear the door open.

When the Redbird pulls up outside Mom's house, Steph's ready and waiting impatiently, practically bouncing with excess energy. She hardly lets the car door close behind her before pulling her mask off and turning to Tim.

"So ... has Oracle said anything weird to you lately?"

Steph never fails to be impressed by the Clocktower. Or to secretly get a total kick out of being allowed in. It's like the secret girls' club and she's finally got her membership card ( Read more... )

The thing about working the graveyard shift Steph likes the most is that she gets to see the sun rise. It's not as lovely a sunrise as Gotham produces -- the air here is too clean, not enough pollution for light to refract from -- but it's still pretty awesome ( Read more... )