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Rose took a step back. “What are you doing? I can’t dance.” Well, not this kind of dancing anyway. “I can kick it in a club but this? Ballroom? Out of my wheelhouse.”
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“It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.”
“What’s been bugging you , Timmy?” The blonde questioned . She didn’t truly expect a bat to sleep anyways. She felt as though, they all barely slept as is . They always constantly seem to be doing something productive . Meanwhile , Cassie can say otherwise about herself and rather sleep her days away if she could.
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“ hope is dangerous. ”
Both of her lips parted at that remark, a retort alight on her tongue only to fizzle out into nothingness. Not very ‘Stephanie’ of her to not immediately have a comeback but even some phrases managed to stump her from time to time. Mostly in part because at least some portion of what he said was true. Hope...it was dangerous. It had given herself and plenty others the final push to go out and attempt feats that they could only hope to accomplish that sometimes in the end just weren't possible. In short, yes, it was dangerous...
Almost as much so as the absence of it.
If not hope then what else was there to lean on? Even the majority of edgy and broody bats had to have figured that out by now. With hope, well, not even a city like Gotham was a lost cause. The thought of what could be often won over what actually was. And that, in her opinion, was more than enough.
“Sometimes.” The blonde rolled her shoulders in a light shrug, lips pursed thoughtfully before she smiled. “But not as much as hopelessness, don’t you think?”
„ Have you lost your mind?! ”
“No, but I think I might be a genius!” Stephanie responded enthusiastically, nodding her head as if that would somehow make her idea seem more convincing. And what an idea it was. Simple nodding wasn’t looking to make it seem more enticing in the slightest. “Trust me, it’ll be great. Hear me out- I want a t-shirt cannon. We can even use it out on patrol! The rogues all expect us to attack with actual weapons but they won’t be able to focus on making a counter attack if ‘BLAM’! They’ve suddenly got a waffle t-shirt getting launched into their gut! Plus it’ll feel and look cooler, but that’s not the point.”
