[The faint humming and singing had been vaguely familiar- something that had certainly filtered into the back of his awareness during his best attempt to drown himself in poor water pressure- but so far removed from all of his other interactions with the newest Batgirl, that he hadn't actually registered the familiar as someone he knew.
He'd been ready to brush it off with being appreciative that someone at least comes from a timeline somewhat parallel to his, faintly amused with that particular pop song in question- and also, perhaps, a smidgen grateful that there was anything he could immediately latch onto to be amused by- when the bar of soap comes skidding into his cubicle and making an impressive thud against the side of his foot.
He looks down, perplexed for a moment. It's fairly normal looking, for a rogue bar in some kind of dystopian future with a neon fixation- soft, light purple- and he's about to bend down and scoop it up- either to set it aside for someone to collect later, or toss it back in a vague direction and hope it was the right one, when a voice claims ownership.
His whole frame freezes and he resolutely doesn't turn. Don't look, and please don't also be looking-, because dear God, he knows that voice. He has a stray, absurd thought that Barbara is so going to kill him if he ever makes it out of here, and then he's blurting out]
Stephanie?!
[Forget your soap, it died for a worthy cause. The cause of pretending this never happened]
the public should be warned!!
He'd been ready to brush it off with being appreciative that someone at least comes from a timeline somewhat parallel to his, faintly amused with that particular pop song in question- and also, perhaps, a smidgen grateful that there was anything he could immediately latch onto to be amused by- when the bar of soap comes skidding into his cubicle and making an impressive thud against the side of his foot.
He looks down, perplexed for a moment. It's fairly normal looking, for a rogue bar in some kind of dystopian future with a neon fixation- soft, light purple- and he's about to bend down and scoop it up- either to set it aside for someone to collect later, or toss it back in a vague direction and hope it was the right one, when a voice claims ownership.
His whole frame freezes and he resolutely doesn't turn. Don't look, and please don't also be looking-, because dear God, he knows that voice. He has a stray, absurd thought that Barbara is so going to kill him if he ever makes it out of here, and then he's blurting out]
Stephanie?!
[Forget your soap, it died for a worthy cause. The cause of pretending this never happened]