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Its Step Left For A Better Future (my Steph-in-Titans-Tower fic) part 6!!!
ao3 link to the first chapter
pt. 4.
pt 5.
(The second chapter is already the same size of the first, and I haven't even gotten to the part I'm most excited for!!)
@fictfrenzy @themoonwitch-mustspeak
“Did you seriously just slap me?” Second yelps, affronted.
“What? Hurt your pride? Didn’t know you were that fragile.” Steph taunts, a vicious sort of satisfaction curling her lips upwards.
“Or maybe I didn’t expect you to be so damn childish.” Second bites out, and then Steph is narrowly dodging a kick aimed at her knee.
She manages it, somehow. With a cartwheel, even. She’s no Nightwing, but all those gymnastics classes weren’t for nothing.
She doesn’t take any time to celebrate her victory though, because it isn’t one, not really.
Second is still here, still in the damn Tower, and still trying to kill her.
Steph settles for sticking a batarang through Second’s embarrassingly ugly and also extremely unarmoured tights. The ensuing red stain doesn’t really improve them all that much, but it does make her feel better.
Only slightly. But still better.
Second goes for her jaw again. Steph blocks him. The sheer force of the impact still sends her staggering.
She kicks at his head. He dodges.
He feints at her jaw. She falls for it.
He knees her hard in the stomach.
Steph is on the ground again, and this time she’s gasping for air.
But Second gets another gash in his leg for the trouble.
“You sure do try, Robin. You even succeed sometimes. Too bad you just can’t win.”
Steph gets up again. It isn’t easy. She’s still panting. Like a dog, she doesn’t think.
Second seems content to watch her flounder. He doesn’t even see her as a threat, does he?
His mistake, Steph thinks bitterly.
She knows, intellectually, that being underestimated is a good thing. Hell, it’s a favorite tactic of hers to weaponize. She likes the faces they make when she wipes the smirks off.
It’s just…
Steph sometimes wishes that, just once, someone would look at her and understand they were in the presence of something dangerous. Something to take note of. Something to be respected.
Steph gets up.
Second blocks the first punch she throws.
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Okay I'm really sick and tired of getting these, I keep deleting them when they come into my ask box but I'm really done. I am a minor and can not help you, pls stop...
okay idk if it's just me but i am pathetically wishing for a partner rn
and like, more than anything, to HAVE THEM IRL
i wanna cuddle😭🥲
tw vent
i'm so fucking angry. it's not even like i can help it. i don't have my phone, my old stuff got deleted, and i literally only have the time that i'm doing SCHOOL to be online. i can't talk to my friends bcs of time zones and shit or bcs they're busy too
it feels like shit. everything does. i'm exercising, i'm eating, i'm journaling, and it still feels like shit.
i can't use tech unless i ask, and every time i do i'm just bracing for a "Why? You're just going to use it wrongly" kinda response. every. single. fucking time. i can't rp, i can't chat i can't do my art the way i want to.
i love my parents i do, but their protectiveness makes me want to peel my skin back.
i want to dye my hair, to cut it, to go out to a park, i want to meet up with friends irl, i want to do things
i can't even just go anywhere- i can't drive, i don't know how to ride a bike, i don't have anyone i trust irl that i can go to
and there aren't teachers or school clubs bcs i'm fucking homeschooled
i don't have any online games and those that i do are severly monitored
i just want to exist and feel like a teen, like an actual teenager.
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