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Rest in peace ❌ Rest in pieces ✅

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ONE MORE DAY

You can only reblog this on 14th march

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methinks i shall see nosferatu again

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im so normal abt sibling relationships in media i swear

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He hadn’t expected to get the alert that someone was in the batcave at 4 am but he wasn’t surprised. It was a thing him and Tim did where Bruce pretended not to know that he’d come back after he’d been sent home to keep working on cases. So when he took the elevator down he thought he was gonna see Tim at the bat-computer trying to find those gun runners they’d been struggling with but instead when the doors opened he saw Stephanie. He didn’t see her in civilian clothes very often and when he did they were always very loud but this time she was in grey sweats and a shirt much too big for her. She was repeatedly hitting one of the punching bags and it seemed she didn’t even hear him come in at all which is something they’d have to work on but based on how hard she was punching Bruce didn’t think this was the time for constructive criticism.

“Not that I don’t think training is important but don’t you have school in the morning?” He was a few feet behind her when he spoke up and she let out a loud “fuck” and jumped when she heard his voice. Stephanie turned around and Bruce felt wholly unprepared to deal with the 16 year old girl who had obviously been crying “you’re bleeding” he said when he noticed the blood dripping down her fists and smearing the still swinging bag. She looked down at herself having apparently only just noticed.

“Oh” was all she said.

“Come here” he guided her over to the med bay and gestured for her to sit on one of the beds. They were silent as he started disinfecting the cuts mainly because he didn’t really know how to ask her what was wrong.

“He’s home” Stephanie didn’t need to clarify who “he” was they both knew and all he could do was draw in a sharp breath “overcrowding he said which I obviously didn’t believe so after my mom and I fought I came to check but no one was here and I don’t know the password to the computer so I just started punching shit” he’d never heard her speak like this, not the swearing no she did that all the time, it was her tone and inflection. It was missing all the energy and sass he’d come to know and tolerate.

“I would say that isn’t a healthy coping mechanism but I’m quite sure you’d call me a hypocrite” That drew a small laugh from her.

“You think?” She asked sarcastically as he started to wrap bandages around her steadily swelling fists.

“Would you like to talk about what you and your mother fought over?” He asked after a few moments of silence.

“Everything, the fact that she let him back in the apartment, that she doesn’t stay sober when he’s around and that she’s picking him over me again” her voice cracked at the end and Bruce kept his eyes down not wanting to face the no doubtably tear filled eyes “I mean the last year and a half he’s been locked away has been the best of my life because I finally had the sweet, attentive, sober mom that I’d always dreamed of when he’d smack me around or lock me in that fucking closet” Stephanie had made allusions to the abuse she’d faced from her father but never had she been so open with it to him, he found himself looking up, not at Stephanie however but at the case 15 feet away from her that held the suit, his suit. Not for the first time he wondered if it took him longer to warm up to Stephanie because of how much she reminded Bruce of Jason.

“when I told her all of that of course he got mad at me for “disrespecting her” as if he doesn’t disrespect all the time, i said as much” of course she had ”and I thought maybe just maybe my mom would defend me for once but no she just watched as he fucking slapped me and told me to watch my tone” Bruce finally looked up at her and saw the beginnings of a bruise on her right cheek and he longed to drive to the Brown’s apartment in the narrows and show Arthur what happened when someone messed with one of his kids. He refrained but the urge was there, Bruce had finished wrapping her hands but didn’t let go of them just yet.

“There’s 12 bedrooms upstairs that aren’t being used if you need somewhere to stay while we figure out how he got out” He said letting go to grab some ice, she smiled but it wasn’t the toothy one he’d grown used to.

“Thank you B, I’d really appreciate that” she paused “y’know you’re a really good dad right?” The rhetorical question caught him off guard which wasn’t something many could do “I mean you’re how a father is meant to act, he’s supposed to clean up his kids scrapes not give them more” she brushed nonexistent dust off her pants and stood up “are you sure it’s okay if I stay I don’t want to impose” he almost laughed at that, Stephanie would eat his food and use weapons he designed but taking an open bed when she couldn’t go home was imposing? He was about to say as much when the elevator doors opened again to reveal Alfred already dressed for the day.

“Please come upstairs Miss Brown I’ll show you to one the guest rooms and you can tell me what you’d like for breakfast” she just nodded sleepily and started to walk away but before Bruce could follow she had run back and pulled him into a tight hug. For the second time that night Stephanie had caught Bruce off guard, she barely hit his chest he and wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

“Thank you B” he didn’t know what to say, I’m sorry your father is a monster and your mother’s complacent? I’m sorry I’ve been distant when all you’ve obviously wanted is a father figure? Please be careful I can’t lose another one? None of those worked so he settled with pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head which based on the way she squeezed him tighter was the right thing to do. Eventually she let go and walked back to the elevator, Bruce was left alone in the cave and he did what he did best, got to work.

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Reblogging so when I find my Harry I can make him do this with me

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gay people can never say 'I love you' it's always gotta be some shit like "I have never been so wrong, in all my life"

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There is no better comfort then the gentle ache of hunger

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HBO: Choose a side

Me:

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I would tweet this but my dad follows my Twitter

Fun little fact, I haven’t been taking my medications

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Two years.

Two years of making funny dumb jokes.

Two years of confiding and trust.

Two years of us.

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I think the the worst part about recovery is the constant urge to relapse, I see my scars fading and I just want make new ones

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Life is trial and error, just don't give in to the errors....

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My whole life I fought to be anyone other than her

I tried to be different in every way that I thought mattered

I didn’t yell, or fight and I never brought home boys my parents banned from the house

But I didn’t realize that in trying so hard not to be her I sealed my fate

I’ve done exactly as she has and lived nearly the same life

Now in less than two months I follow her footsteps and leave for a better place

A solace, somewhere I can breathe and grow

Maybe being her won’t be that bad

Hopefully I can find myself along the way

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I’d probably be admitted to the hospital if a therapist saw my account, sometimes I think maybe I should be, but I have a musical to see tomorrow, a sleepover and a shift at work this weekend, my best friend is visiting in 40 something days and I leave for a summer out west with my sister at the end of may