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[The clinic suggestion makes his nose crinkle comically, like a little kid getting ready to protest against having to drink some elderflower syrup or something. Nooooo, Stephanie, it's icky!

But he manages to bite back on the protest and nod instead. Fine, okay, whatever. If he has to. But there better not be shots involved. If someone says "oops it's time for your lunar immunity booster" he's getting the hell out of there. He just got his booster shots in the fall, and they were supposed to be the last ones the school ever made him get. No more, he's done. Keep the needles away from his ass from now on, thanks.]

[She doesn't miss that look, and it earns a quiet huff of a laugh, because it reminds her of so many little kids she's seen in Gotham and Africa.]

Don't worry, you can both have a lollipop once you're done.

[It's a light joke, easy, but it might be the first one she's really made around Stanley.]

[It's definitely the first time Stephanie's ever made a joke around him. It catches him completely off guard for a moment. Peace reaches over from where she is on Stephanie's hip and strokes Stanley's hair, trying to hum at him the way he does for her. She doesn't understand how it works, though, so it's more of a reassuring amusical buzzing, with accompanying pets.

But it makes him smile anyway. Alright, so he doesn't feel so hot. But the Batgirl doesn't want to murder him in his sleep anymore, and that baby he kidnapped during the most recent apocalypse is a fucking cutie. Even if half the ship just saw him upchuck, things could be a lot worse.]

Are the green ones apple or lime? Because I need to know what the worst case scenario is before I go in there, ya know?

Edited (No autocorrect it's a word I promise...) 2013-10-25 12:10 (UTC)

[That gesture is so cute it hurts, and something wobbles in Steph's smile, but she hides it by pressing a kiss to Peace's hair, shifting a little so the little girl can reach Stanley easier.]

Apple, we're not barbarians. [This is strange, joking around with a kid who just lost his lunch, who's a little bit terrified of her.] C'mon, let's go sit down before someone steals Peace's toys.

[Because clearly children's toys are in high demand.]

Good. Now that I don't have to take care of my teeth I could go for an apple sucker.

[He mumbles back, teasing quietly along with her now that the ball is rolling. He follows her lead, but stops to fill the mug with water again twice more, chugging both of those too before he sits down. His head goes back into his hands -the fluorescent lighting is pretty harsh- but he doesn't seem nearly as miserable as he was a few moments ago.]

Just no cinnamon. There was some in the oatmeal once and it gave her hives.

Losing a few teeth isn't an excuse to get lazy with the rest of 'em.

[She should know, more than a few of hers are fake, dental work helpfully paid for by Bruce Wayne.

Once she's seated again, she settles Peace between her and Stanley, handing her the markers again so she can keep scribbling on the butcher paper.]

I'll keep that in mind, we can probably start medical files for both of you, to keep track of things.

[He opens his mouth to tell her that Peace already has medical history. That he met her in a hospital, in fact. Except...that hospital is gone. Everything there is. His stomach pains him again, when it hits him, and he hunches over. Ow. Maybe it really is just stress.]

Good idea. She uh. She doesn't digest milk too well either. And her ear is kind of...it got messed up. On this side. See?

[She frowns when he hunches over, reaching out to touch his shoulder, a silent offering of support if he needs it.]

I think Ashraf would be able to fix her ear, if you asked him.

[Peace's ear hasn't escaped her notice, but this is the first time she's given it serious thought; there's just a lot been going on.]

Who's that?

[The name isn't familiar, but the comment certainly gets his attention. Is there something they can do for that after all? He didn't know! The doctors at the hospital for the Exsiles said...

Stanley swallows hard, even though there's nothing to swallow down, and wraps his arms around himself tightly. Maybe he has been neglecting her, then. Maybe everyone's right and he's terrible at this. Did he make a little kid suffer through something they could've fixed? That's just great. Just what she needed, after everything else.

Ow. God. His insides. Why hadn't he realized there were magician doctors around? Man, he'd like a magic trick now, too. Anything to make the hot poker feeling go away.]

Do we need an appointment?

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