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I want to rob lumber mills and hospitals with you

Who: Steph and Kate!
What: A first date!
Where: Kate's place -> a restaurant in Spit Hearth -> TMU. They are busy girls
When: Sukkardi afternoon/night
Notes: Girlfriendsssssss
Warnings: None for now!

Tonight is date night. It's been a while since Steph has had a real date - she doesn't feel like the ones she set up here really count, they were nice, but they were more like spending time with a friend than a real date. This is a real date, her and Kate are somehow officially a couple, despite the fact this is their first date. Of course, the fact there already a couple mitigates some of the usual worries that are associated with a first date - all the questions will she like me, what if we have nothing to talk about, and what's going to be expected at the end of the night are already answered. Steph knows that Kate likes her, she knows they get along well and have plenty to talk about, and she knows at the end of the night they'll go home together because it's where they both live. They're taking things slow, working it out as they go and gently testing the boundaries of what each of them is comfortable with, so a real date is a good place to start feeling out this relationship and deciding exactly how it's going to work. Maybe that's why Steph is still a little nervous, or maybe it's just because it's been labeled a date and she's concerned that's somehow going to make it awkward between them.

Still, that doesn't put a damper on her excitement. She's picked out a nice restaurant (she owes Angela big time, her app was so helpful), she's got plans for after dinner that she hasn't told Kate about, and she spent the last three days repairing a dress she'd bought cheap because it was slightly damaged; she might not have her sewing machine, but it was easy to buy the basics to hand sew. The restaurant is in Spit Hearth, and the booking is for 7:30pm, so Steph plans to be out of the apartment an hour before then, giving them plenty of time to get there. Kate's been informed of this part of the plan, so she's home by the time Steph gets there at a little after 5:30, having come home from work. Steph says a quick hello before slipping into the shower; she lingers there a little longer than she should, hands on her scars as she reminds herself that a) there's going to be no nudity involved tonight, b) Kate's already seen most of her scars and c) even if she hadn't, it wouldn't bother her. Steph's never really been self conscious of her body, gymnastics kept her fit when she was younger, then vigilante training did the same, but the scars are something different. They look so awful, and she gets scared that someone's going to pull away because of them. Eventually she forces herself to stop thinking about, rinses the conditioner out of her hair, and gets out of the shower. It doesn't take her long to dry off, and then she puts on a bathrobe before heading out to the bedroom, figuring she can get dressed out there and free up the bathroom for Kate.

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"Nice try, but I think we might need to work on your improv skills," It's meant as a joke about the fact Kate couldn't really finish her sentence properly, but Steph's expression darkens for a moment when she realizes it might be something they really do need to work on. The ever present threat of the militia is still there; she forces herself not to think about it right now.

With a smile, she tightens her hold on Kate's hand and gently tugs her closer, "You're gonna like this place, I heard they do the best chocolate mousse in the city."

Kate notices that change in Steph's face, but doesn't comment on it. She doesn't know why it's there and asking about it might ruin the night they have planned. This is the first time they'll be holding hands out in public too; Kate should be nervous, but she's not. That says a lot of how quickly she's become comfortable in this new role, even if she's still not sure what she's doing or if it needs a label.

"Chocolate mousse?" Her favorite and she smirks at the fact Steph has been paying attention. "You're trying to make me fat. It's bad enough that you've brought a ton of food in the house, even worse that you cook." Kate can't complain too much. Waffles dripping in syrup and butter are so much better than cold cereal in the morning.

Holding hands in public is a lot less nerve wracking when Steph knows they could both kick the shit out of almost anyone who'd bother them.

"I'm trying to spoil you, there's a difference," Steph might not be as Bat-ish as the rest of them, but it's hard to turn off the part of her brain that's been trained to notice everything, including Kate's favourite dessert, "And you know, if you really don't like me cooking, I can always stop. You can go back to eating take out and cereal."

That helps too. Helps immensely.

Kate turns a little red at the idea of Steph trying to spoil her. "You don't have to. Spoil me, I mean. I don't need it." Lord knows her father always tries to do that anyway. "And I said it was bad enough. I didn't say anything about wanting you to stop."

"I have to live up to my name somehow," Even though she's not called the Spoiler anymore, but being nice to Kate is a lot better than, say trying to spoil her fun.

She doesn't answer for a moment as they get to the El Train station, tugging Kate along to the platform and leaning against her as they wait for the next train to turn up, "I'll keep cooking for you, I have to pay board somehow," She knows Kate would let her stay anyway, it's more the principle of the thing, "You really should learn to cook, though."

"No, you don't," Kate replies, sliding her hands in her dress pockets as a way to steady herself against Steph's leanings. She has enough money in her savings to support the both of them due to Kate being a pinnypincher who doesn't see the need to fling money everywhere for useless things. Sure, she still donates to a couple of charities here in Baedal, but mostly her work is volunteering and the cash stays in her pockets. "And I tried and it's just one of the things that won't work with me."

Granted, the only hot dish in her repertoire is fried Oreos, but those can't be considered food.

"I do, for myself," There's an earnestness there, underneath the joking around, because Steph hates feeling like she needs other people to help her, especially when it comes to money. She'll be back on her feet soon enough, and then she start building up the savings that she had to spend during the monster invasion.

"I don't know how you managed to work at soup kitchens for so long without having picked up any cooking skills," The type of meals she can cook aren't anything fancy, but she learned how to do the basics a long time ago.

She nods because even though Steph honestly isn't getting any pressure from Kate to get back on her own feet as soon as possible, Kate knows that if the tables were turned, she'd be wanting to give back somehow. Sitting back and letting somebody else do all the work just isn't in either one of them.

The train arrives with a hard breeze that threatens to blow the curls right out of Kate's hair. As the door opens, she moves away from Steph to push down some of the rogue strands. "My mom and the other people did most of the cooking. I did the serving and the cleanup and then at home, we had a private chef. Plus I had too many after school activities to learn in between them, school, and helping my mom."

It's hard sometimes, when Kate says things like private chef, not to make a comment that would be more cruel than joking. She knows Kate didn't exactly have a choice in the matter, which is why she keeps her mouth shut as they board the train.

"I could try to teach you the basics, if you'd like," There, that didn't sound bitter at all.

If Kate did have a say in the matter, they would have lived well under their means and spent more time giving their extras to those who didn't have any to begin with. But her father didn't really care for Kate's opinions, then or now, and she just accepted what was given to her in that household until she was old enough to refuse certain amenities of the rich.

"Sure. I mean, we have running water to put out any fires that's gonna happen, so what else could possibly happen?" She grins, gently tugging Steph by the hand onto the train before the doors close. "But I'm not doing Thanksgiving dinner."

"Remind me to buy a fire extinguisher," It's hard to tell if she's being serious - probably not, she does have some faith in Kate. On the other hand, it would be really unfortunate if they both lost their places at the same time.

"Thanksgiving is like, eight months away, I think I can have taught you enough to put you in charge of side dishes," She tries not to think too hard about the implications of them still being here by the time Thanksgiving rolls around. Both in terms of being in Baedal and being - friends, in a relationship, whatever they are.

"See? And here I thought I was warning you early enough, now I'm on side dishes." With one hand holding her steady on the train's pole, Kate expertly applies the other to her face in mock horrification. She would like to say no, she'll just supply the drinks or buy something for dessert, but how many times has exactly told Steph no? Not enough times to require another set of fingers to count. Plus saying no means she also has to think about whether they will last that long or even if they will be here together still. Even tomorrow seems like a long way away when you can be gone overnight.

"Side dishes are easy. Would you rather do the turkey?" She accompanies it with a I don't think you do look, hiding her smirk. Not that Steph knows how to cook a turkey, she'll just ask... Babs, or someone, since she can't just Google a recipe.

"If we get lucky, Baedal will kidnap Tim's dad's bulter just before Thanksgiving. He's literally the best cook in the entire world," Steph does not think she is exaggerating, Alfred's food is amazing. Not that she wants Alfred to get kidnapped, but it'd be nice to have someone so like home in Baedal.

"I'd rather just eat." Kate gives that reply with an obvious smirk. "Also, let's just order out? No need to bring innocent people here just to feed us."

Though she knows it's much more than just about food. It's about comfort, familiarity, and all around having people who know you like the back of your hand. You can make friends in a place like this, but they won't know you as well as your home friends.

"You know take out is bad for you, right?" Both eyebrows go up to emphasize the question, "Full of sugar and MSG. Aren't people like us supposed to be careful about what we eat?"

Because Steph totally watches what she eats (no).

Edited (I used the same icon twice in a row, blasphemy!) 2012-04-14 13:35 (UTC)

Kate rolls her eyes because she's heard this so many times from different people, but it's not like she's eating burgers and fries every night. Sometimes she gets stirfry! Salads! Fish! That isn't bad for her, especially since she jogs everyday at the very least.

"Not if you don't get the stuff full of sugar and MSG," she retorts as the train slows to a stop, their stop. "And at this point, with how active we are, we can pretty much eat anything, right Miss Butterscotch And Syrup On Everything?"

"That's cheating," Steph has just decided, "I like that stuff because it reminds me of home."

And then she quickly gets off the train before Kate can point out that is totally not true. Steph would put syrup on everything even if it didn't make her think of her mom's waffles.

"Well, take out reminds me of home." But Kate's defense is to empty air because Steph is a terrible girlfriend who never wants to face the music. And that's okay because while Steph is too busy running, Kate disappears because she is the night--okay, no, she just steps off to the side of the station, behind a column, where a middle-aged lady with feathers for eyelashes is selling flowers from a little pushcart.

For all Steph probably knows, Kate has run away, never to be seen again. Or until tonight whenever she gets home.

It takes her a moment to notice the lack of Kate because Steph naturally assumed she would follow. About twenty feet away from the column Kate ducked behind, Steph stops and turns around in a slow circle.

She doesn't understand the point of this exercise, but she can guess it's a joke, "I was trained by the World's Greatest Detective, you know. I can find you."

Yeah, she just called that out on the train platform. What of it?

There's a point to it, one Kate only knows for the moment and Steph shouting that out in the middle of a public area isn't quite helping it, though. Handing some money over to the lady in exchange for a rather unique looking corsage of Baedal specific flowers, Kate reemerges from the column, trying her best to keep a rather unimpressed look on her face. Steph looking so indignant makes it hard, though, so a smile is just barely peeking through.

"And who is the World's Greatest Detective?"

When she spots Kate, Steph narrows her eyes trying to keep a stern, annoyed expression. But, like Kate, it gets interrupted by a smile and something that's more like a pout than anything.

"It's a secret," Well, it's a secret now that she's just realize they're in public and she really shouldn't be saying things like Batman right now.

"Riiiight. That's what they all say," Kate replies as she comes close to wordlessly slip the corsage on Steph's wrist, pulling and tugging gently to make sure it sits right. After a second of inspection, it passed her approval and Kate letss go of her wrist.

"I didn't know if you had a favorite, so I figured I couldn't go wrong with purple.

Her eyebrows go up when she sees the corsage, but she let's Kate put it on her wrist without making a comment and still trying to stifle her smile. When Kate lets go of her wrist, Steph catches her hand and gives a light squeeze.

"The truest thing you've ever said," You can never go wrong with purple when Steph is involved.

"Of course. I went through your stuff late at night. It wasn't even a guess."

Kate's stomach growls loud enough to be heard even in the train station and she sheepishly glances down at it, willing it to stop embarrassing her. "Let's go eat before the animal in my stomach bursts through like that Alien movie."

"I'm impressed," No, really, she is. Steph will make a Bat out of you yet, Kate. First step: going through your girlfriend's stuff. Second step: breaking and entering.

"If you have an alien chest baby I'm breaking up with you," Important clarifications. But she keeps hold Kate's hand and starts walking towards the station's exit.

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