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Steph and Death; Multi-Muse Monday
Multi-Muse MondayDeath of the Endlesswww.roleplayer.me/dorkknight
She remembered being so scared. So scared, and so… tired. It didn't matter that Batman was sitting there, next to her, telling her almost everything she wanted to hear. She was scared, because she could feel it. Death was coming for her. She knew it.
She was sure Batman knew it too.
Why else would he be sitting here with the war going on outside. The war she caused.
Sitting here, telling her that of course she was really a Robin.
“I think I need to rest now…”
She mumbled. It wasn't what she wanted to say. She wanted to say more. Something else. Apologies for… well, everything. But she didn't have time. She felt it. She didn't want her last words to be something unfinished.
’Let me finish one thing properly in life… even if it is just a sentence…’
She thinks, her thoughts fading, eyes slipping shut.
“Hello, Stephanie.”
Her eyes snap open, all around her is white. Not blinding, or harsh, a dull, almost warm glow of white. Turning her head to her right, Stephanie finds the owner of the voice. A young woman, pale. Beautiful. Dressed, well, really cool, if we're being honest. Smiling at her softly.
Swallowing hard, Steph frowned slightly, before looking around again.
“Wh-where am I? What's happening?”
The kind smile didn't shift, it was genuine, patient. She had been through this countless times before, after all.
“Stephanie, I am Death. Right now, we are waiting.”
“Death? I…”
Steph paused, and nodded slowly. She didn't see a point in arguing with it. She knew what she just went through, after all.
“I felt it… I felt you coming. I could tell… what are we waiting for..?”
Death stood from the bench? seat? white mass they were both sitting on that blended into the rest of the surroundings, and slowly walked in front of Stephanie, slow, deliberate steps, lifting her legs much too high, almost like a playful marching stride, her hands clasped together behind her back.
“I know. One of your friends is going to try to revive you. We're waiting to see if you want to go back to that. After everything you just went though, life won't be the same for you. You can fight, or you can rest. You've done enough, Stephanie Brown. Spoiler, and Robin.”
Steph watched as Death paraded before her, resting her hands on her chin, her elbows on her knees, blankly staring at Death's boots for a moment.
“...I don't think I'm done fighting yet, D…”
Was she allowed to shorted Death's name like that?
Raising her head, to look at the woman, now leaning on a parasol, where did thay even come from? also as black as the rest of her outfit, smiling at her still.
“... But you knew I'd say that, didn't you…?”
“You're a sharp one, Stephanie. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Of course I did. I just didn't think you should have been here alone while you were being revived. Being dead and alone can be traumatic. You didn't need anything else on top of today. Try not to see me again too soon though, alright?”
Now it was Steph's turn to smile, slightly. A weak, watery smile, as she got the her feet, wiping her eyes, moving to embrace Death.
“I make you literally no promises. I have no powers, and I work in Gotham.”
Giving the blonde a light squeeze, Death let out a soft laugh. It was a musical laugh. Almost enought to make one forget where they were. Who they were with.
“Oh, I know. You Gothamites are always skirting the line. But I also know that you're not going to be here for a while.”
Stephanie tilted her head in confusion, unsure of that to make of that whole statement, then shook her head slightly, leting go.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Go ahead.”
The whole exchange, a calm, almost matronly patience radiating from the one that called herself Death.
“Where's the scythe and cloak?”
Laughing again, putting her hand on the top of Stephanie's chest, she gives her a light push backwards, enough to knock her back out through the wall of white, answering as she does.
“I ditched it after a few hundred years. It got cliché. I'm sure you understand clichés.” ’You lived what everyone gets. You got a lifetime.’template credit.
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