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The thing about working the graveyard shift Steph likes the most is that she gets to see the sun rise. It's not as lovely a sunrise as Gotham produces -- the air here is too clean, not enough pollution for light to refract from -- but it's still pretty awesome.

And then she gets to sleep all day.

There's really no downside.

However, today she's really tired for once; Mel's still downstairs, so she's signed off early and she's dragging her feet towards her suite at only two o'clock. It's been a long shift and a longer week, and she still can't quite shake the weird dreams. Not that she doesn't appreciate the change -- weird dreams are quite nice in comparison with the usual nightmares -- but they're weird, and knowing there's a reason doesn't make it any less so.

She shuts the door quietly, even though Tim's not here at the moment, and trudges towards the bedroom, already peeling off her shirt and boots.

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"That's probably not the best idea, since you're her. If she doesn't die, you might cease to exist in this reality."

Goldy gives a downcast sigh.

"And then I'd be very sad."

"Yeah, but she wouldn't be dead." Steph shrugs, and reaches over to poke Goldy in the side, grinning. "I wouldn't wanna make you sad though."

"Damn right you wouldn't," Goldy smarts back.

Mitigating her cockiness somewhat, she pecks a friendly kiss onto Steph's cheek.

"Not dying is far less important than our friendship."

"Well, no, it's just you're so annoying when you're pissed off," Steph explains solemnly, before breaking into a grin. "Mind you, if I've negated my own existence I won't really mind, so..."

That comment earns her a light kick and a mock glare.

Not a cold-footed kick though.

"Keep going and there's a whole world of annoyance in your immediate future, regardless of whether it will be nullified at some later date."

Steph yawns sleepily. "You haven't explained what you're doing here yet."

"And I'm not going to," Goldy replies airily. "I thought I'd made that quite clear."

"Seeing as you didn't feel the need to tell me about your run in with the entity behind the Black Oil incident, or the nightmares you've been having as a result, I think it's quite fair that you aren't privy to the reasons for my presence."

Startled, Steph peers over at her, and frowns.

"I don't think that's quite fair at all, G. It's not like I even knew about that until K did that hypnotising thing."

"Oh."

Goldy looks away sheepishly.

"I wasn't aware that the memory had to be coaxed out of you."

Steph rolls her eyes, which is less than effective since they're currently closed. Still ... the attitude is there.

"I would've told you if I'd known, G. Probably. Maybe." She kicks out at her lazily. "Perhaps."

"Well, given your uncertainty, Sweetcheeks, I think I'm still justified in not telling you."

She rolls over and turns off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into half-darkness.

"So, just shut up and enjoy my wonderful company."

Steph sighs. "You're really set on staying. What about my reputation? Whatever will people think when they see you leaving my room in the morning?"

"They will think Way To Go, Steph!" Goldy mutters. "Spending the night with me can only enhance your reputation."

Steph snorts indelicately.

"Sure it will. Plus ... what about Robin's reputation? I mean, you gotta think of all the innocent bystanders, G."

"I can close the bedroom door if you think there will be a problem," Goldy points out, a bit reluctantly. "I just figured he'd get a kick out of seeing two hot blondes sharing a bed."

Steph snorts. "If you wanna. I'm stealing your pillow as soon as you get up, I hope you know, though."

"I don't wanna. I don't care if he looks in."

She nudges Steph with her elbow as something odd occurs to her.

"Anyway, why do you need a second pillow? That's just plain greedy."

"I don't need it. I just wanna deprive you of it." Steph rolls her head over to smirk at her in the half-light. "Since you cruelly deprived him."

"It's his own fault for staying out so late," Goldy states remorselessly.

Fingers subtly tighten around the edge of her pillowcase, just in case there's thievery afoot.

"Speaking of which, is there any chance of you shutting the fuck up so we can actually get some sleep?"

"Hey, I'm not the one making all the noise." Steph kicks half-heartedly. "You could be sleeping now 'f you were in your own room."

"Fine. I'm shutting up."

She flips onto her front and mindlessly drops her arm over Steph's hip.

"Good night."

"Whatever." Steph makes the obligatory attempt at a shove, but there's an absolute minimum of effort involved.

"G'night."

As silence pervades, the Fable lets out a contented sigh, allowing herself to drift towards the gentle caresses of sleep.

If Steph has any discomforting dreams, they can easily be discovered by verbal questioning in the morning. Monitoring her friend's sleep is not the reason for her presence at all, as much as she will claim it to be. The truth is that she's found herself lacking in all-night bed partners since she broke up with Miho, and a little lonely as a result. Sometimes a girl just needs a bit of company while she sleeps, no matter how independent she is.

Steph is top quality company.

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