birds singing in the sycamore tree

[baedalites]

As night falls on Baedal, the city is almost quiet. The streets have a few last minute workers returning home, but by now, most citizens have already gone by the temples and picked up their vurt, ready to lay down and dream.

After placing a not-feather in one's mouth, there's a moment where it fizzes against the tongue before sliding coolly down the back of the throat and pulling the user down into sleep. A series of impressions, more sensation than anything concrete, appears before the user and this is how one chooses which Dreamer to enter.

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[bodilesswarrior]

Barbara reaches out her hand, and only then does she realise her sleeve has changed from blue to gold; she glances down with a fleeting, rueful smile, before placing her hand on Stephanie's.

"I don't expect you to forget, Steph, and it's not our place to forgive." She wishes Tim could, one day, but it's certainly not his obligation. "We...can try accept, though, to move forward with him. It will take time; you need to know him as - someone more than the Red Hood."

Her smile, now, is sad. "It's only easier for me because I already did. I wish - " She closes her eyes, for a moment. "You reminded me of him, in some ways. And I think that's why...he'd have reacted differently."

[controlledvariable]

Steph smiles a little, noticing the change, and she turns her hand so that she can hold Babs', comforted by it.

"I don't even know him as the Red Hood," it's not a dismissal of what's already been said, she agrees with Babs, even if it's going to be a hard process for her to actually make any of it happen.

She doesn't quit smile, but her mouth twists ruefully, "I've heard that before. I'd ask him myself but... I doubt he'd appreciate the question." And she doesn't need to make an enemy out of him.

[bodilesswarrior]

"You know his actions. That counts for a lot, good and bad."

She can imagine the context, and Barbara squeezes her hand as she says, "He was a damn good Robin, and so were you."

[controlledvariable]

"I read the file," It had seemed like so little when Jason had turned up on her doorstep. She's so grateful Hermione was there, Steph probably would have slammed the door in his face, otherwise.

"Thanks," The colours of her dress brighten a little, more the proper Robin colours now, rather than a muted version. "I wish --" A lot of things, but none of them help anyone and she's not even sure if she can pinpoint a single thing. So she just shrugs it off.

[bodilesswarrior]

"I'm sure it was objective." Coldly, mercilessly objective, if it was one of Bruce's. If it was one of hers...she doesn't know. She's still having a hard time comprehending her future actions, or lack of them.

With a soft, sad smile, "Me too."

[controlledvariable]

The way Steph's mouth twists into a painful, rueful smile should confirm that. It read like Jason was just another supervillain of the week, not someone who Bruce had once called son.

She sighs and lets herself float a little more horizontal, looking up at the stars, "This got depressing."

Steph is nothing if not blunt.