Texts From Gotham
A Word: Ibid.
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(636): Dude, i just watched a drag queen dropkick a motherfucker. this is a good night.
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"Did her hair stay perfect?" Steph asks because she's taking her hourly patrol break and is using it to rip the tangles out of her hair. Flying through the air over Gotham is something she will never trade but the tangles it makes in her hair can't be prevented by any conditioner known to man. So she's feeling just a little bit bitter right now.
"You know it did," Red Hood's voice is something she's becoming more familiar with hearing over the comms. Not to pass along anything important because Jason is still Jason but to enliven their night patrols with random observations and philosophical questions that make B do that thing where he is pointedly not sighing even though they all know he wants to. "And so did her makeup and clothes. Not one damn wrinkle as she kicked the fucker's ass right out of the area."
Jason's voice is gleeful and Steph grins because she can picture it now despite the man not giving any other information. She knows enough about him to infer that the man had probably made some homophobic remark in hearing distance of the people waiting to get into the club. Either repeatedly or annoyingly enough to get an actual physical response. All of which Jason would have watched with a demented grin and probably more than a few rounds of cackling depending on how long the beat down took place.
Steph can't blame him for that. She'd have done the same because it's always funny when civilians decide they're not putting up with someone else's shitty views with a pointed ass kicking.
The comb snags on a nasty rat's nest of tangles and Steph grimaces as she backs off and tries attacking it from the bottom. She has yet to find a collapsible brush that will both fit in her compartments and is still strong enough to actually do some good. Short of seeding the city with secret caches of brushes her options are pretty limited.
"Ask for her hair secrets," Steph grunts as she gets impatient and just yanks the comb through half of it. The hair is kinked now and more than a few strands come out with it but she's getting to the end of her break and needs to get moving again. "And if hairspray or shellac isn't involved let me know."
Jason makes a far too amused noise that translates well through the comms now that he's taking the communicators Babs has been offering him. Far better than the ones he'd had before. Steph flips her hair back and puts the comb away as she rolls up into a full body stretch. Her muscles are still warm and loose, she hasn't stopped long enough for them to tighten up and start to hurt yet.
Bat Girl takes to the night again and her hair streams out behind her like a blonde comet tail. Nice and elegant looking from afar but a tangled nest as soon as she stops moving and is seen up close. Lacking any other option, Steph just doesn't stop moving and makes sure anyone who's close enough to see is more concerned with her fist than her hair.
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