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[alwaysroomforhope]

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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[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

Steph knows damn well that Goldy quit. She gets her thigh slapped for suggesting otherwise.

"It was good groping," the Fable points out. "I expect much more normally. I just wasn't expecting anything of the sort from you."

The lascivious smirk is back.

"However, now that you've unwittingly revealed your true feelings for me, and I'm okay with them, I can only imagine what amazing things you're going to do to me in the future."

[alwaysroomforhope]

"That's right, you can," Steph says, and grins over her shoulder at her. "Make sure your imagination gets a good workout, 'cos you're only gonna imagine it."

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

"My imagination knows no bounds."

Goldy grins back from her un-ladylike sprawl.

"I'll see you tonight for more of the same then? Same Bat Time, same Bat Place?"

[alwaysroomforhope]

"Geez, no wonder the bears tried to eat you," Steph grumbles, but she's laughing.