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[secondchances]

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I never thought I'd miss having Damian around, but that just goes to show you that life is full of surprises. Magical castles, violent Robins becoming constants in your life... guess I should stop sticking my toes in that river in Egypt. It's not a loss or something involving said magical castle. He's gone. No more babysitting, no more high speed chases through the castle, no more fighting or pranks.

[What a relief. Sorta. But now what?]

... I understand a lot better now, so if he ever comes back, I'll be prepared. Less road bumps. Less yelling and anger, more trying to work together and having fun. I promise. I messed up, but I'll always try, not because of Bruce or anyone else, but because he deserves a chance. Maybe normal isn't a possibility, but happy is. No mistakes next time. If there's a next time.

Yeah. This is way more depressing than I thought it'd be. C'mon, Steph. Don't lose it now.

[A pause, and a heavy sigh.]

I just have to believe that he made it home, to Bruce and Dick. He's better off with his family, and in Gotham where he can do good. It's for the best.



Still gonna miss him. He'd never believe me if I told him that.

[Now that she's gotten that out of her system for the moment... time to be nosy.]


[Lucrezia]

Ready for another modern day lesson?

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[heloise]

[ She chuckles, getting to her feet and resting her palms together. ]

What would you like to hear, Stephanie? Verses about love or words to make you laugh?

[secondchances]

Hmm...

[Love can get sorta heavy, and she's had enough for the moment.]

I love to laugh.

BECAUSE I HAD TO FIND A GOOD POEM >:

[heloise]

[ She tips her head to the side in thought for a moment before beginning, ceremoniously: ]

The trouble with my father is
he’s always talking irrelevancies.
He comes to me, when I’m at pelota-–
Says, I must wed a caballero
from the Indies, Seville, Toledo.
Once when he came to speak to me,
he took a posh little playing-card
from his backpocket and, staring hard,
said, “Take it, Finea, for this is to be
your husband.” And then off he went.
I took the card-–and at once I see
The dark side of husbands, then, for he
had no more than an upper garment,
two sleeves and a face. Now, what good,
Clara, is a well-dressed husband
if his body does not extend
at all below his belt?

siugisubg ahahaha

[secondchances]

[Steph pays close attention, and once Lucrezia is done... she's quiet.





Then she bursts into laughter.]

Hey!

[heloise]

[ She bites her lip to keep from laughing. ]

I only meant he needs to be able to walk!

[secondchances]

Oh, yeah. Sure, Lucrezia.

[heloise]

[ She giggles as she flops back beside her. ]

What could ever be more important than walking?

[secondchances]

We're not getting into that conversation.

[heloise]

[ She feigns innocence, which is only too easy. ]

Which conversation, Stephanie?

[secondchances]

[Her cheeks turn a little red. HOW DO YOU ALL DO THIS TO HER...]

I--don't know.

[heloise]

[ Lucrezia is so amused. ]

Then why do you warn me against it?

[secondchances]

Because! I'm... weird like that.

[heloise]

[ FUFUFU... ]

What of this Alvin then? I hope for your sake that he has legs.

[secondchances]

[NOT SURE IF LUCREZIA IS BEING SUBTLY DIRTY OR NOT... you Renaissance people will be the death of her.]

He has legs. Two of them, in fact.

[heloise]

[ Subtly veiled. ]

That is good. Tell me what other qualities he has.

[secondchances]

Qualities or qualities?

[heloise]

[ She stares at Steph as if she spoke Martian. ]

What is the difference...?

[secondchances]

[Great, now she feels like the dirty one. DAMMIT.]

Ha! Err--I mean, uh. Just kidding, ha ha, don't mind me...

Anyway! Qualities. It feels kind of weird to gush about him when I'm definitely not interested in him anymore in a romantic way. Me when I was fifteen-ish definitely had no problem falling head over heels for him.

[heloise]

[ Mission accomplished! ]

That is true. Perhaps we should craft our own dream lovers with words and wishes instead.

[secondchances]

Sounds like a plan I can get behind. [She smiles at Lucrezia.] What would your perfect lover be like?

[Lover sounds so dramatic.]

[heloise]

[ Boyfriend isn't dramatic enough. She drops back onto the pillows and fiddles with her hair. ]

He should have soft hands and the biggest heart.

[secondchances]

[That's so adorable it makes Steph's heart sting a little.]

And an appreciation of humor and fun. He can't be too serious.

[heloise]

[ She grins. ]

He should be handsome, of course.

[secondchances]

Of course. I guess I've got a thing for dark hair, but I'm not that picky.

[heloise]

What talents should he possess?