DC Earth 2: Spotlight on Spoiler
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				Title: <strong>DC Earth 2: Spotlight on Spoiler</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>07-12-2015, 03:08:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/OQ4QYS6.jpg?2)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightwing<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat Family<br><strong>Time:</strong> 00:37 Saturday May 9th<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne Manor, Kitchen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Stephanie Brown<br><hr><br>Late Spring and early Summer in Gotham City was known for a great many things, chief among them an oppressive and overbearing humidity. It made the air feel thick and made something as simple as sleep seem like an impossible idea. And that May night was no different, humidity enough to make Dick Grayson consider if it would be cooler to sleep in the Batcave while they waited for a new Air cylinder to get in and replace the broken down unit that they still had. At the very least it had made him resort to the oldest of natural air conditioners, taking off nearly all of his clothes and leaving himself nearly naked.<br><br>He stood in the utterly extravagant kitchen of Wayne Manor clad in only a pair of briefs that made the word ‘tight’ seem far too loose. If anyone even glanced at him, they would have seen enough of him to be able to pick his cock out of a police lineup and they could have molded his ass in clay just from memory. It wasn’t as though Dick was overly modest on a normal day though. It was a common sight to see him walking through the halls of the manor without a shirt, the tight and toned muscles of his broad chest proudly on display alongside the countless fading scars. And on a night like this he thought nothing on essentially walking around naked to help cool his body down even a few degrees. <br><br>Dick Grayson had worked long and hard to train get his impressive physique though. He’d pushed his body to the razor’s edge, all in the hopes of being better in the smallest units of measure. milliseconds faster, nanoseconds better reaction times. His daily training regimen would make olympic athletes tell him to take it easy. Even his meals were designed to give him the perfect amount of vitamins, nutrients, and calories. But despite all that, Dick was human and, as such, was still tempted by the most glorious of midnight snacks; cookie dough.<br><br>Which was how the nearly nude heir to one of the largest fortunes in America came to be standing in front of a fridge that could have easily held three women, eating out of a bowl of cookie dough that Alfred had made the night before. He knew that he’d regret the late night snack come morning but it was hard to think of his future problems as the cold dough melted in his mouth and the cool air of the refrigerator blasted against his skin. <br><br>“Hey Steph” He called out, not even turning around as he heard the young blonde girl walk into the kitchen. She’d moved in nearly two months before, dropped on his front steps by Jason Todd and promptly adopted by Alfred in everything but name. And while he was happy for another person to be living under the Manor’s gigantic roof Dick still wasn’t used to having a new roommate of sorts. For nearly five years it had just been him and Alfred and he didn’t have to think too much about his actions. Alfred knew him better than nearly anyone else, and wouldn’t judge Dick’s actions. But Steph he didn’t know. Would she think less of him if he came home drunk? If he brought home a few girls and ‘kept them company’ until day break? Or, in this specific case, if she saw him eating cookie dough while standing around in his ‘so thin and tight they might as well not be there’ underwear?
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Spotlight on Spoiler</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>07-12-2015, 04:58:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imagine.pics/images/397/thumb-3970.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Stephanie Brown<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> The Spoiler<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat Family<br><strong>Time:</strong> 00:37 Saturday May 9th -2015<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne Manor, Kitchen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dick Grayson<br><hr><br>Steph had poor circulation. And in her opinion, the mansion was a bit drafty. The urge to eat had overwhelmed her. It would be be hours before she was asleep, and she wanted to do one more workout before then. She was running out of energy, and knew that it was important to feed herself. The money didn't come out of her own wallet anymore. She had virtually been adopted into a rich family now. <br><br><em>'An odd time to eat, sure,'</em> but Steph had purposefully been sleeping at odd hours of the day to be more alert and awake in the middle of the night. Even though Dick and Kate didn't like her to go out, whether it was to roam the streets in her upgraded Spoiler gear, or if it was to go and meet The Red Hood for a tryst in a motel somewhere downtown. They didn't keep an overbearing eye on her, and they trusted her enough to make her own mistakes without getting herself into a fatal situation. She had returned injured once or twice, but it was never serious. Healing came quickly due to the equipment that was available to her down in the sub-basement-bat cave. <br><br>She had something akin to a Christmas sweater and a pair of perfectly fit black sweats on, not to loose, not too tight, and as trendy as all hell. A pair of wireless earbuds were in place, teaching Stephanie french. The long halls of the mansion felt very much like a walk down a few blocks. A remarkably good distance away from her bed. Steph wasn't used to living in big houses, she felt lonely most of the time, like walking through abandoned streets. The fact that<em> 'this was once Batman's house' </em>blew her away. She could hardly fathom it, imagining what he might have been up to in these halls puzzled her. She didn't know him at all. She had only ever learned what he was capable of doing.<br><br>So, as she took strolls through the halls, she usually did so with headphones in. Steph had taken to learning Spanish, and French. Her Spanish was good from highschool, and she had become fluent quickly. French was just now starting to develop in her mind. As the phrases were spoken into her ear. She had time to immitate the phrase once or twice; and, as instructed, Steph followed each sentence in French with the translation to English. <br><br><em><strong>“Je te jure! Je n’ai rien fait. -I swear, I didn’t do anything."</strong> Her little voice filled the halls.<strong> "Le president a bien fait d’augmenter les impôts. - The president was right to increase taxes."</strong> Her accent was actually rather sharp. She repeated part of the last phrase more quietly than before, <strong>"fait d’augmenter, fait d’augmenter"</strong> And more. <strong>"Et alors? Est-ce que tu as eu ton augmentation de salaire ? - So? Did you get your raise?"</strong></em><br><br>She was making her way into the kitchen, she could tell that some one was moving around in there, <em>'Must be Dick,'</em> she thought. No doubt he had heard her practicing, it was common place for her to be working on foreign languages. She did it while she walked anywhere, sometimes while she worked out, and every single time that she bathed. She was expecting to see him and smile at him. So, she paused the French lesson and removed the earbuds, setting them down on the counter. As her hand touched the wood, she got a good look at Dick. And she got a really good look. He had said 'hi' but she didn't know what to do with herself.<br><br><strong>"Hey..."</strong> She didn't want to make it obvious, but she was looking.<em> 'His body is... cut and...toasted...spread it on butter for Steph... let me have it.... gotta have it.'</em> She swallowed and almost choked. <strong>"Didn't expect you to be eating like that." </strong>She exhaled in subtle relief. <em>'Nice save.'</em> She thought to herself. Steph positioned herself at the side of the kitchen near the sink. She had come to eat, but she had almost completely forgotten about that. Now, she just wanted to get the best look at Dick's tight, toned, and extravagant body that she possibly could. She looked closely whenever she had the chance, and did her best not to bite her lip. <br><br>She turned her head away before he could have caught her staring. Steph looked up to his face.<strong> "Let me get in there?"</strong> She nodded to the fridge and took a couple of steps toward him. <strong>"I also, don't usually see you in the kitchen this late at all, or...be at home this late."</strong> She had edged passed his scantily clad physique, only scanning the fridge for a second. Steph had turned her head back to him when she had inquired about his typical tendency to be out this time of night. <strong>"You sore or something? You look... uninjured."</strong> That had been a close one. Living with Dick had been going great. Steph had been having plenty of fun with Mr. Todd once a week or so. She didn't need to complicate things by lusting after Grayson, <em>'even if he's totally lustable.' </em>Steph had turned her attention to the inside of the humongous fridge. After breif deliberation, she pulled out day old batch of hummus, and a bag of fresh cucumbers. The fridge closed. Steph set her selected items down on the counter. Suddenly she was puzzled, and it was obvious by the confused expression on her face. It took a second to try and remember where the knife drawer was. <br><br>She hadn't asked for him to do it, but Alfred had been doing a lot of cooking for her, and this upscale kitchen had taken more time to adjust to than she had expected it to ever take.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Spotlight on Spoiler</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>09-12-2015, 01:20:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/OQ4QYS6.jpg?2)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightwing<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat Family<br><strong>Time:</strong> 00:37 Saturday May 9th<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne Manor, Kitchen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Stephanie Brown<br><hr><br>Dick could only laugh when he saw Steph walk into the kitchen wearing a ridiculously oversized sweater. Here he was, sweating his balls off, and she was cold enough to be wearing something he’d see on some TV dad.<br>“I still don’t know how you wear those sweaters on a night like this. Just looking at you makes me wanna sweat”<br><br>That wasn’t the only thing that made Dick have to stifle a laugh though. Steph’s eager eyes devouring his body also put a smile on his face. she tried to hide her gaze, but Dick had learned long ago when people were looking at him. An averted gaze here, someone positioning themselves behind his back, a slight catch of the breath, it all added up to a girl that wanted to see more of him. Had it been any other girl, Dick would have used that little fact to his advantage. But it felt wrong with Steph somehow. She was so young, old enough to be legal but still young enough that he would feel wrong if he acted on any of the ideas he’d had while living with her. Besides, much as he might have tried to hide it, Jason clearly had taking a liking to the girl. Dick knew about their rendezvous, and would have felt like an ass if he took Steph from Jason. His younger brother needed something to cement him to the real world, and so far Steph had the best chance of doing that. That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to have some fun with the young girl’s attempt not to drool over him though. <br><br>“Oh, and good on you for learning french. The best thing we can do is push ourselves to be better, learn new things, and languages are no different than fighting styles.” As he spoke, Dick went to scratch his back which had the benefit of making the muscles across his chest and in his arms dance. Anything to tease Steph when he could.<br><br>“Man, I remember learning Japanese for this trip to Tokyo. There was this detective out there, Mr. Unknown. Good enough that Bruce wanted his opinion on a case, and wanted him to teach me a few lessons in detective work. So we made the trip out there and Bruce and he talked for hours about the case. While I wasn’t busy with lessons I hung out with Mr. Unknown’s sidekick, a kid roughly my age. I must have sounded like a drunken five year old when I spoke to him in Japanese, but he was always nice. ”<br><br>“Something he said stuck with me. ‘You Japanese is better than my English. You made an effort and you showed respect. That is all I could have asked for’. That’s why I try to learn the languages of the world. You only have one chance to make sure it’s a first impression, and it’s damn harder to make that impression good if neither of you speak the same language.”<br><br>Dick paused for a moment, a fond look of remembrance on his face his thoughts drifted back that simpler time. He’d been 14, maybe 15, and everything had felt easier. Batman and Robin were the Dynamic Duo, nothing could tear them apart. In just a few months though, the fractures in the pair would start to become more obvious. Jason would join their crusade, giving batman a secondary target for his unique brand of affection and obsessive training. Dick would start to team up with a group of other Sidekicks and young heroes, spending less and less time with at the Cave. And then, finally, it all broke with The Fight. He moved out and became his own hero. And while he and Bruce had mended some of their fences, Dick always felt bad that he hadn’t completely made up with his mentor before Bruce’s death&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Then he gave small shake of his head, casting aside the past to focus on the present. Bruce wasn’t there anymore, but there was a young woman who was living with him and making an effort to improve so she could be like the other members of the Bat Family.<br>“I’ll give you some tapes on Russian, Italian, and Chinese. It’ll help for when you go up against the organized crime families in Gotham.”<br><br>A sheepish grin grew on his face when Steph asked why he wasn’t out patrolling at the moment. He was hoping that she’d have just not noticed the fact that this was his normal patrol time and yet he was still here at the manor in his underwear, but it seemed like the few lessons he'd given her in investigation were paying off. <br><br>“Yeah, most nights I’d be out patrolling right now. But on nights like this, I like to try and take a bit of a rest. It’s just the start of the humid season, so nobody is too agitated. Instead they’re feeling lazy and lethargic. Even the crocks wanna stay inside with the ac on.” He had a perfectly rational explanation, even if it wasn’t the real reason. <br><br>The real reason he was still at the Manor that late at night was a more ‘primal’ one. Apparently Talia Al Ghul was in town and wanted to ‘get to know’ the newest Wayne. And it wouldn’t do to get sweaty in his uniform before heading out to the lovely daughter of one of Bruce’s oldest foes, so he was planning to stay home and freshen up once he got her call as to where they should meet. If he played his cards right, he’d be sore enough the next morning that he could put off patrol again. <br><br>Still though, Steph didn’t need to know all of that. Better to give her a lesson in criminology rather than a front row seat to his confusing and borderline incestuous sex life. <br>“It’s one of the strange patterns you start to see in crime; The first day or two of increased humidity will see a decrease in crime. The days afterwards will result in a gradual increase going until the next rainfall. Of course that only holds true so long as the power does. If the power goes out during a humidity spike, the city will be at near riot level within a few hours.”<br><br>As he spoke, Dick set the bowl of cookie dough onto the impossibly large marble countertop before lifting himself onto the counter. His hands pressed against the flat surface, arms straightening up to give him a few more inches of lift making the Muscles in his back stretch just a hair. His legs swung up to a perfect parallel with the floor and his ass moved the necessary few inches back so that, when he lowered it, it pressed against the cool material of the counter. The whole motion took only a fraction of a second and looked as graceful as though he’d practiced it thousand times. Which, he might have. Midnight snacks, he had discovered years ago, were best eaten while sitting on the countertop.<br><br>“Eventually you’ll learn all the patterns and spot a few of your own. Bruce had me studying them for weeks at a time before I noticed that High-end robberies usually occur at the same time a large event, like a circus or concert is in town.”<br><br>“Anyway, what are you up to Steph? Aside from the french tapes obviously.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Spotlight on Spoiler</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>11-12-2015, 05:56:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imagine.pics/images/397/thumb-3970.jpg)</div><strong>"Hmm?"</strong> Stephanie had said distracted by his body. <strong>"Oh yeah."</strong> She pulled at the fabric of her oversized sweater at chest, between her tits.<em> 'I don't want to tell him that its the only thing that I have on besides my pants.'</em> Steph was a supporter of dressing in simplicity and function when she wasn't actively out and about. Dressing in order to impress another man was more fun, and walking around naked was much more comfortable. At least, at home it had been, this "Wayne Manor" <em>was</em> drafty. She thought about dressing cute for Dick early on when she had first moved in. Finding him to be anything besides rock hard and handsome was almost impossible for her. She had decided against it though. Flaunting her little body around the large mansion could have been perceived a number of ways. She didn't like the odds playing in her favor, nor did she truly want the odds to play in her favor. It was all too risky in her mind. So she had gone the family route; Large sweaters, little to no make-up at home, lazy pony tails, and so on. Steph had even burped once or twice in front of Dick. And then there was Jason. He had become the reason to do and to not do a lot of things recently. But, she couldn't have mentioned any of this,<em> 'Inapropes.'</em><br><br><strong>"I like being all toasty and warm. Don't hate."</strong> She continued to watch him bend and stretch. It was like a light-show, or a car crash. She couldn't take her eyes away.<br><br>It was sudden, but Steph realized quickly that Dick was divulging a private look into his past just for her. She could hear it in the shift of his tone, his word-choice, and the reflective nature of his voice. Finding herself in an imaginative space; the film noire take of Tokyo with batman and a young boy version of Dick as Robin. Steph had only learned everyone's real name rather recently, but Bruce had been used often, and it was easy to stick with Dick as he told the story. Her eyebrows creased, and she listened carefully, forgetting about the knife the she needed for the cucumbers all together for a long moment. The story had left her wanting more, but Dick seemed to be unmoved by his own enchanting tale.<br><br>Her thoughts on her French and other languages was brief.<strong> "I know. Not a lot of baddies speak French around here, but I've always wanted to learn it."</strong> It was a challenge to look up at his face as she spoke, but she was able to manage the feat. Steph had always been a visual girl, and the look of a well shaped man, fit and handsome was the most attractive visual she had ever found. <strong>"I'd like to give Chinese a real go. Italians and Russians are easy to read with their actions. Chinese baddies are hard to figure out. Japanese people too"</strong> Steph didn't realize how racist that had been. She was nodding as if it had been valuable information.<br><br>She had noticed her own little patterns while she was out on the street. <strong>"I never noticed that."</strong> She responded to the humid weather and the crime in the city.<strong> "I noticed that weekdays were more dangerous than weekends on busy streets, and vice versa in residential areas. I got to know my neighborhood pretty well."</strong> Being the new girl in the club had its benefits, good stories were easy to come by, and just like being the youngest child. Everyone wanted to help out. She had a thought and spoke outwardly without much restraint. <strong>"Watching all of Gotham is tricky, huh?"</strong> It had been more of a reflection than a question. Rhetorical at its core, Steph was thinking about what Dick had just said. What he had said before, about Tokyo and <em>"Bruce"</em>, the idea of little Robin and Big Boy Batman was still in her head, the film noire of Dick's life previous to Nightwing had entranced her.<br><br>She looked down at her cucumbers. <em>'My knife, shit.'</em> It had been a fairly confusing few minutes for the young blonde. <br><br>Steph knew that the knife drawer was under one of the appliances. But she couldn't remember which appliance.<em> 'I'm pretty sure it's the coffee maker.'</em> She started to wander around the kitchen opening random drawers trying to find a long flat blade for chopping. Steph was on the wrong track. The knifes were not in a drawer. They were not below an appliance the way she had remembered. They were in a metallic knife-block that looked like a toaster. She was opening every drawer around her at a slow, calm pace. She hardly appeared to be frantic. <br><br><strong>"I'm busy."</strong> She exasperated like those two words had summed everything up. She continued, <strong>"Kate's insisting that I sleep more, but I feel like I don't have enough hours in the day as it is."</strong> Her feet carried her right passed the knifes, she didn't notice them, too focused on the drawers.<strong> "She has me doing conditioning, while I'm studying criminal science, language, and she's introducing me to judo. Then you."</strong> She toyed with him, pointing at him, and glaring his way as a small aside to her hunt for kitchen supplies. <strong>"You've got me doing forms and weird workouts in the batcave. And, I've been going out, I still keep an eye on my old neighborhood."</strong> She wasn't supposed to be doing that. But, everyone knew that she did, there was no sense lying about it.<br><br>Steph went hard left and went non-sequitur. <strong>"It's wild,"</strong> Looking up away from the drawers, and away from Dick, she started a thought about something that had nothing to do with her knife or her recent activities.<strong> "You and Batman."</strong> She had never met Bruce or Batman, but she couldn't really picture the man's face. He was just a symbol to her. <strong>"You said you were a kid. Like, I always knew that Robin was young."</strong> Suddenly, at this moment, it really sunk in that Steph was standing in the same room as the former boy wonder. The first boy wonder. She blinked a few times as the thought registered. <strong>"And... I still think of myself as a girl, not a woman. You must have been younger than me when he first took you in."</strong> <br><br>She started wandering around the kitchen again, looking for a knife. She walked passed the metallic block again. <strong>"I was pretty young. Was Batman, ya know, Batman before he took you in? or were you always at his side, like from the beginning? I don't really know the story. How did you end up in that spot?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Spotlight on Spoiler</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>18-12-2015, 05:40:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/OQ4QYS6.jpg?2)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightwing<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat Family<br><strong>Time:</strong> 00:37 Saturday May 9th<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne Manor, Kitchen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Stephanie Brown<br><hr><br>Dick wanted to say something at Steph’s vaguely racist comments about chinese and japanese people, but he found himself too befuddled to really form a coherent thought as to explain why she’d just said something stupid. Instead he just let out a sigh. <em><br>‘I’ll have Alfred give her the Wayne Enterprise diversity training tomorrow’</em> He thought to himself, already assuming that he’d still be recovering from his night with Talia. <br><br>He listened without comment as Steph went through all the things she had to do, a small knowing smile on his face. <br>“If there aren’t enough hours in the day, then you make more time.” Dick said simply. That phrase Bruce had drilled into his head countless times in their years together. If Steph wanted to complain about being overworked, she was barking up the wrong tree. While Steph was working harder than almost any other 19 year old in the world, Dick was one of the few people alive that could tell her she needed to be working harder.<br><br>“By the time I was 19, I’d already left Batman and started to be Nightwing. I was learning how to operate in Bludhaven, I was going to college, and I was helping to lead a team of my own.” He didn’t want to brag, just to remind Stephanie that there was a reason the Bat Family had managed to secure a reputation even though they had no actual powers of their own. They pushed their bodies past the point that rational people would even attempt, all so that they had an edge when it came time.<br><br><br>“Yeah, I was pretty young when Bruce took me in. Not many 11 year-olds go out on the streets and fight crime. But then, I’m not like most people I guess.” It wasn’t often he thought about it, just how strange his life had really been. There weren’t many heroes who could say that they’d spent over half their lives fighting crime; Even Bruce had died before he’d managed to reach that milestone. But Dick, he’d started young and he showed no signs of slowing down. <br><br>Dick let out a small sigh and looked up to the ceiling when Steph asked what exactly the story was behind how Bruce had become Batman, how He had become Robin. It was a story that she needed to know though, if she wanted to be a true part of the Family.<br>“You wanna hear the story? Okay.” <br><br>“So the story all starts in 1980. A young Bruce Wayne was just getting out of a movie with his parents. They decided to take a shortcut through an alleyway, but a mugger intercepted them. He grabbed Martha Wayne’s pearls, and Thomas Wayne tried to fight the mugger. The gun went off. Two shots rang out. And then Bruce Wayne saw his parents die as he’s powerless to do anything.”<br><br>“Some say that in that moment Batman was born. All Bruce wanted, more than vengeance or justice, was to make sure that no other child had to live through what he had to. So he trained. And Trained. And Trained. He went to every corner of the world to learn every secret that he could, perfecting his mind as well as his body. in 1997, a 25 year old Bruce Wayne returned to Gotham and finally donned the Cowl.”<br><br>“And as for me… Well, I was born into a circus family. I was the youngest member of The Famous Flying Graysons. By the time I could walk, I was already part of the trapeze acts. And I was damn good. Some of the circus hands had started to groom me so that I could make a run for the Olympics when I was old enough. But that all changed. I was 11, and the circus was in Gotham for a big show. The circus owner wouldn’t pay protection money to the mob, and so the mob hitman came to the show to make an example of them.” Dick didn’t finish the thought, instead content to let the words hang there in the air. On most subjects Dick was a chatterbox, talking to the point of annoying others. He’d even managed to incorporate it into his fighting style. But the death of his parents, seeing them die in front of him, was something he wasn’t sure he could ever talk about openly.<br><br>“And then, at my lowest moment just as the reality of what had happened was starting to hit me, someone came up and told me everything would be alright. He told me that he was going to help me.” As he spoke, Dick could almost feel Bruce’s hand on his shoulder, giving him an empathetic comfort.<br><br>“And the rest is history. Robin became Batman’s ever present sidekick. The wise cracking spot of light to remind him that the world wasn’t all darkness. I spent years with him before I started to grow out of the short pants and pixie boots. I needed to become my own man, and Jason was eager take over for me, so I went to Bludhaven and started up as Nightwing.” Dick left out a few key points of the story though. Like the constant tension that been building between Dick and Bruce since even before Jason had joined their family. Or the fact that Jason had almost knocked up Dick’s girlfriend. Or that Bruce had sided with Jason.&nbsp; Time had healed those wounds enough that Dick didn’t want them to thrown back up into the light of a new pair of eyes. She’d find those things out if she managed to last; why not let her believe the happier truth for just a little while longer.<br><br>No, what she needed was a symbol. Something to look at and try to reach and one day surpass. <br><br>“Alot of people will say that Bruce was some spoiled rich boy acting out his violent fantasies of revenge. But to me that was never Bruce. To me, he was one of the most compassionate men I’ve ever met. All he wanted, more than anything else, was to make sure that no one else had to see the things that he had seen. He wanted a world where batman wasn’t necessary.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Spotlight on Spoiler</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>06-01-2016, 05:04:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imagine.pics/images/397/thumb-3970.jpg)</div><strong>"Hmm?"</strong> <br><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Stephanie Browm<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> The Spoiler<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat Family<br><strong>Time:</strong> 00:37 Saturday May 9th<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne Manor, Kitchen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dick Grayson<br><hr><em>'The hell?'</em> Steph thought, she didn't much care for competition, and when Dick had listed his achievements at the age of nineteen; she couldn't but feel a bit offended. Her face soured in reaction without a thought. Although, Dick had only tried to help her realize that she was supposed to be working as hard as was physically possible, it had felt a bit like a pointed comment. Mostly because it had been. And it had worked, her mind was starting to shuffle with the conclusions that she had drawn.<em> 'I should be working harder.'</em> - <em>'I'm young yes, but Kate believes in me. She expects me to be great.' </em>- <em>'I can't coast around here, and I'm not trying to, but I could do much more, of course...'</em> Her mind wandered with the thoughts of Jason's throbbing body. <em>'I need to make sure that there is time for that.'</em> - <em>'I could make more time, but I don't want to lose track of what gives me my juice.' </em>Steph was a determined individual, and her personality thrived off of protecting herself. She wanted to be a hero as much as she wanted to be a girl. Getting fucked by Jason was important to her, almost more important than living up to the reputation of the bat-family. She knew that her priorities were mixed, but not by much. Creating more time in the day sounded like an exercise in self-management. <br><br>It sounded exhausting.<br><br><em>'Not many are like most other people.' </em>Stephanie thought, <em>'but 11?' </em>The worry in her eyes was clear, <em>'I WANTED to be taken away by batman when I was eleven, had I been, I don't know what kind of person I would be.' </em>She stayed silent now, awaiting the rest of Dick's tale. And, as it turned out, Bruce's tale was the prologue. She listened intently, and scooted backwards, leaning against the counter with an intense focus in her eyes. She crossed her arms under her breasts, and breathed with shallow breathes.<br><br>...<em>'...To make sure that no other child had to live through what (she) had to...'</em> ...<br><br>That sounded familiar. Stephanie had to fight against a smile. She failed. The small hint of a grin snuck onto the corner of her lips as she thought about why she had started fighting crime in the first place. It was the same reason, as it turned out, her and Batman had something in common when it came to motivation. Her training had started after that as well, of course, there were a number of reasons for her to take up the mask, but the leading purpose of making her neighborhood a safer place, that was the most common pattern of her mind. She was a small blonde girl, and disarming, unlike batman. She put on her costume and went into the streets younger than the Bat, but older than Robin had. Drawing the similarities between all of the stories was something she did subconsciously. <em>'Where do I fit into all of this,'</em> had crossed her mind more than once as she wandered the halls, as she watched the ceiling of her chamber trying to sleep, as she squatted at the edges of rooftops and bridges, railways, and trees. As Stephanie tried to make sense of the world, she did so through the lens of her life in among the bats. The purpose that she felt was enigmatic in truth. Sorting out her own motivations had become a full time job, it was always on her mind, especially when she trained.<br><br>...<em>'... As for me...'</em> ... Grayson continued, in a flash, Steph refocused, and put her hand to her lips, to help her satisfy the deep urge that she always had, to put something in her mouth. Her own skin and nail did just fine, as her thumb and forefinger played with her lip. Unconsciously, it helped her focus. She didn't foresee that it would be such a dark story. She had almost felt bad for asking about it. The pain in her master's eyes was as potent as a well aged wine. He displayed his mental focus and his courage as he continued.<br><br>Her face cringed at a minor detail, a personal detail for her. She had never once imagined her lover in pixie boots and tiny little shorts, but when Dick said that Jason was eager to take over, she knew exactly who he was talking about. After such an emotional tale, she was sure not to turn the focus to herself. In her mind, her secret romance with Jason was just that; secret. She had some inkling that the other members of the bat-family were on to her, that she wasn't always sneaking out to fight crime. She didn't always leave with her costume on, and there had been that one night when Jason had come by, only to let her please him, and have Alfred inquire to the gorgeous man's presence. That had, truthfully been the first time that she had heard 'Master Jason's' name. <br><br>She was intrigued. There was much that had not been said, but she didn't have an idea to that which had not been mentioned. So, her mind went to the first obvious question. She didn't have time to ask it though, as Dick had one more point to make, <em>'A world where batman wasn't necessary.' </em>A silence crept into the kitchen, and Steph had all but forgotten about what she was going to ask next. All at once, a new question came to mind, she remembered where the knives were, and she pulled her finger away from her lips. <br><br>Steph turned around as she started to speak,<strong> "So..."</strong> The word was long and drawn out. She hoped that if she asked her next question as she grabbed the knife from the block that Dick would let her go on cutting her cucumbers without poking fun at the fact that she had walked passed them twice. She turned with a long flat blade in her hand. <strong>"If Bruce had lived, if all of you were alive, and in Gotham, do you think you'd all be working together? I know that Jason and him were at odds for a while, and it sounded like you had grown passed his charms, would he get along with Kate? Do you think he would have liked me enough to take me in?"</strong> It was a lot to put out all together, but everything fell in line, each little question was all one big question;<strong> "Ya know..." </strong>her young, childish attitude shined through with a strong valley girl accent,<strong> "Would all of us get along?"</strong> She put it all together the way that her mind had intended, <strong>"I wish I could have known him..."</strong> There was a longing in her voice as she trailed off, a longing that had been there for a dozen years or more. It was more than a dream, it was a deep, internal desire that she had always had. The Batman, as a symbol meant the world to her. Bruce, as it turned out, meant even more.<br><br>Steph had every intention of cutting the vegetables on the counter, but she didn't want to start until Dick had begun his answer to her multi-faceted inquiry. So she looked at him, with her hand on the handle of the blade, resting both of her wrists against the flat wood of the cutting board, a childlike expression in her bright blue eyes, hair in her face, and a tiny little smile on her lips. She wanted to know if she truly belonged in the Wayne manor. If she did, the reassurance would make her train harder, if she didn't, the imagined doubt in eyes of Batman would make her train harder as well. This story, as it turned out, was more important to her than she would ever really know. There was an anxiousness in her expression, underneath the surface of excitement and induced nostalgia. Was the Spoiler important? In Gotham? Or was she just a wannabe that should have stayed in the old neighborhood living in a dilapidated house, the white trash star of the gymnastics team. 
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