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"Well. That was, well, different. Yup." Stephanie waves her thanks to the nice person who gave her the lift. At least Kansas is better then Canada.
Speaking of Kansas:
Robin takes a good look at the farm area. This place looks all right at the first glance. Then she notices the bunker. Then the castle/ship thing. She doesn't let her jaw drop. No, she's seen plenty in her time, this is nothing, right? Right.
But Stephanie is a girl to make the best of it! She will soldier on! And her first stop, is to try and find where Babs is, and maybe get this whole thing explained.
Speaking of Kansas:
Robin takes a good look at the farm area. This place looks all right at the first glance. Then she notices the bunker. Then the castle/ship thing. She doesn't let her jaw drop. No, she's seen plenty in her time, this is nothing, right? Right.
But Stephanie is a girl to make the best of it! She will soldier on! And her first stop, is to try and find where Babs is, and maybe get this whole thing explained.
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By a girl a couple years older than she is, but with the same ...
... well, the same everything else.
No, everything.
Steph straightens up from working in the front garden, eyes huge and face absolutely blank with shock.
"...Jesus."
It's sort of like hello, in a way?
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Okay, the weird-o-meter just buried itself in the red, you realise that, right?
"No, Robin, but we get confused a lot. I think it's the beard." If you can't say anything nice, wisecrack.
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"... holy shit, that is cool."
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Damn, she does look good.
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The other her is younger, so much younger. Was she ever that young? Not much shorter. Steph's hardly grown at all in the past two years, though, so that's not surprising. Stupid gymnastics. This Steph's taller, a little thinner, carries herself with a confidence she didn't have at sixteen.
But ... the other one is Robin.
Dude.
She got to be Robin.
... dude.
"...no," she manages eventually, still staring. "I haven't been to Gotham since I was, like, sixteen. Years ago."
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This is her.
"Did you...?" She doesn't exactly want to say it. Her hands go to her stomach instead, remembering.
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"I tried to find her. First thing, when we got to this world.
... I was -- uh, we were ... never born here. Dad hit Mom once too often when she was pregnant."
It's not embarrassing to tell that to Steph, because -- it's herself. She doesn't need to cringe the way she had admitting it to Sokka.
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Beat.
"... you know, Sokka's going to laugh his head off when he sees you."
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Okay, that's not unusual, actually.
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"I met him in the first world I fell into -- couple of years ago. He's pretty awesome."
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"Hey, you ever throw one of these?" pulling out an r-arang. And smoothly changing the topic.
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"I am so awesome."
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An R is tossed Stephs way, easily.
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"Any special tricks to throwing it? I've gotten really good at 'rangs, long-distance 'specially -- from training with Sokka. He can throw a boomerang and, like, knock a flea off a running dog without touching a hair of it, I swear. I'm not that good yet... but don't tell him I told you so."
Beam!
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Be Robin.
That's something she can totally do.
She hefts the 'rang once or twice, testing balance.
Deep breath; and then the 'rang takes flight, soaring up and over the farmhouse, and snicks a flowerbud neatly off a tree behind before almost drifting back to Steph's hand as lightly as a ghost.
"... shit, this thing is awesome," she breathes happily.
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... grin!
"Oh, man, I really hope you're thinking what I'm thinking, little-me."
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"Don't worry, you'll grow."
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