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Mar. 6th, 2011 12:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8cha"So," Steph leaned casually against the chimney grate, well, as casually as one could lean against a chimney grate when you were fully encased in some serious leather and Kevlar and while you were fully aware that your boss-lady was definitely listening in on the other end of this conversation. On both sides of the conversation, possibly. "Come here often?"
Huntress let the binoculars fall away from her face so she could turn and give Steph a look. Steph, well aware that her skills did not lie in the province of flirting (her skills didn't even BORDER the province of flirting, her skills weren't even in the same country as the Province of Flirting) did her best to look sexy and dangerous.
"I like the purple." Huntress eventually stated, grudgingly. Steph perked because hell yes she knew Huntress would like purple. "How old are you now?"
"Eighteen." Steph stated quickly because when Huntress was giving you the look and asking if you were legal you did not hesitate to answer.
"When this is finished," Huntress pulled out her grappling gun and shot a hook over to the building on the other side, "You and me should grab a late dinner… and maybe breakfast." Then she was rapelling over towards one of the other building's big glass windows (Gotham loved it's big glass windows) and Steph followed suit.
Her skills DID lie in the province of kicking ass. And maybe in the province of getting laid, so the night was looking up.
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I'm not sure if Steph has worked with Huntress, as my Robin reading is spotty. As is Steph's characterization. NO PORN. SOB.
Huntress let the binoculars fall away from her face so she could turn and give Steph a look. Steph, well aware that her skills did not lie in the province of flirting (her skills didn't even BORDER the province of flirting, her skills weren't even in the same country as the Province of Flirting) did her best to look sexy and dangerous.
"I like the purple." Huntress eventually stated, grudgingly. Steph perked because hell yes she knew Huntress would like purple. "How old are you now?"
"Eighteen." Steph stated quickly because when Huntress was giving you the look and asking if you were legal you did not hesitate to answer.
"When this is finished," Huntress pulled out her grappling gun and shot a hook over to the building on the other side, "You and me should grab a late dinner… and maybe breakfast." Then she was rapelling over towards one of the other building's big glass windows (Gotham loved it's big glass windows) and Steph followed suit.
Her skills DID lie in the province of kicking ass. And maybe in the province of getting laid, so the night was looking up.
--
I'm not sure if Steph has worked with Huntress, as my Robin reading is spotty. As is Steph's characterization. NO PORN. SOB.
