Room 44: Steph, still sick.

[alwaysroomforhope]

If there were bugs or spiders in the room, Steph would welcome them. There's only so long you can stare at a clean roof without going completely nuts, especially if you're a Robin who could never sit still in the first place.

But she really doesn't have the energy to move. At all.

The door's open, which is mildly annoying, but shutting it is way beyond her strength right now.

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[secondrobin.livejournal.com]

Jason walks in through the open door and eyes her.

"There's a note downstairs. There's a woman who can help you."

[alwaysroomforhope]

"And hello to you too," Steph says, blinking. "What?"

[secondrobin.livejournal.com]

He crosses his arms. "By the fireplace. A woman in black. She can cure you."

[alwaysroomforhope]

"I already saw her," Steph says, tired. "She healed me. It came back. 's nothing else she can do. Why are you wearing a mask still?"

[secondrobin.livejournal.com]

Jason frowns. "What can be done?"

He shrugs in regards to the mask. Why do people wear clothes? Same difference.

[alwaysroomforhope]

"Don't know," Steph says. "If I could get downstairs I might ask her, but I can't even walk. It sucks." She shifts restlessly. "I hope you don't get it. I mean, I'm dead already, and it still sucks, so it'd suck for you too. So don't come too close or anything."

[secondrobin.livejournal.com]

Jason blinks then scowls slightly. Why is she worried about him when she's blue? "I'll carry you downstairs. I won't get sick."

[alwaysroomforhope]

"What? No. It's fine. I'm fine." She clings to the bed. "You might. You can't be sure that you won't. And I don't want you to."

[secondrobin.livejournal.com]

Jason stares at her and sighs. "Doesn't matter. You need answers."

[alwaysroomforhope]

"No I don't." Steph glares feebly. "I know they've gone on a quest to find the cure. And there's nothing they can do till people get back. So." She coughs, trying not to sound too sick doing it, and continues to glare.

[secondrobin.livejournal.com]

"Hm. Fine." He sits down on the end of her bed just to spite her. Sort of.

[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph thinks she ought to protest, but anything's better than lying here alone. She kicks a bit just for form's sake.

"What else is happening? Anything interesting?"

[secondrobin.livejournal.com]

Jason shrugs. "I made a friend. Dick apologized to me."

[alwaysroomforhope]

"He did? What for?" Steph peers at him. "What did he do? I miss out on all the gossip."

[secondrobin.livejournal.com]

He looks uncomfortable.

"We argued. He doesn't like what I'm doing and will fight me if he has to. He asked about...Bruce."

And then Jason had all but ran away.

[alwaysroomforhope]

"Well, I guess that's his problem, isn't it?" Steph pokes him with a foot. "You don't need approval, do you? Unless maybe you might be admitting people care about you, and you wouldn't ever do that." She gives him a wicked grin.

[secondrobin.livejournal.com]

Jason blinks. "...I guess."

Then he smirks half-heartedly. He likes that she gets him. "No. I wouldn't do that."

[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph is pleased. A smirk is good, even if it's only half a one. "So. Who's this friend?"

[secondrobin.livejournal.com]

"His name is Collins. We just talked about...ordinary things."

Which had been a relief. Plus, Collins wasn't a hero or anything so he didn't have to discuss any of that with him.

[alwaysroomforhope]

"That's pretty cool. Ordinary things are just as important as hero things."

[secondrobin.livejournal.com]

"More important."

Ordinary things had always been in short supply.

[alwaysroomforhope]

"Yeah, totally. Especially here." Steph nods. "You have to remember who you are. I totally didn't take off my Robin outfit for days, until someone pointed out that I was allowed to just be Steph as well. Which was weird, but I notice you still haven't taken off your mask, so you probably get it."

[secondrobin.livejournal.com]

Jason stares at the floor. "Remembering who I am..."

He clears his throat and frowns. "This is who I am," he adds with only slight convinction.

[alwaysroomforhope]

"Sure," Steph says. "Hey, you want cookies? Connor and I got some from the bar the other day. There's a tin in the wardrobe. I'd get them for you, but it's so far away." She grins. "They're not quite Alfred cookies, but they're close."

[secondrobin.livejournal.com]

Jason retrieves the tin for her but shakes his head. "That's okay."

As much as he'd like cookies, if they tastes at all like Alfred's...well...he might react badly.

[alwaysroomforhope]

"Sure? They're good cookies." She pokes him again. "I promise I haven't contaminated them. I'm not really trying to poison you. That'd make a mess, and I'd have to clean it up." She grins.

[secondrobin.livejournal.com]

Heh. He smirks. "Okay. Maybe one."

[alwaysroomforhope]

She waits till he's bitten into it, and then adds, laughing, "Of course, if it was a slow-acting poison..."

[secondrobin.livejournal.com]

He smirks. "I've built up immunities to most slow-acting potions."

Or has he?

[alwaysroomforhope]

"Most," Steph says, craftily. "I could totally have designed my very own. That'd be something, a signature poison. I should do that."

[secondrobin.livejournal.com]

Jason chuckles. "You probably should."

[alwaysroomforhope]

"You should totally help me," Steph says, grinning sleepily. "We would rule."

[secondrobin.livejournal.com]

Jason considers this carefully...then...

"I'd help you."