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Civilian Mask: Reincarnated into DC
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Ongoing, First published May 03, 2023
Mature
She knows who she is. She knows who she isn't. She likes to think she's not Gotham-crazy, but as Stephanie Brown blinks at the blood stained brick in her hands, she feels that hope wash down the metaphorical drain. 



In which Stephanie Brown isn't Stephanie Brown but she is. And then she shouldn't be Stephanie Brown but she unfortunately is. 

Someone wakes up as a squealing baby under the dubious care of a drug addict and the absentee third rate criminal. In Gotham. She would rather shoot herself in the foot before being dumb enough to be a vigilante.







I'll be square with you, fuck DC's ridiculous amounts of AUs and spotty timelines. Barry, stop messing with the space-time continuum. Think of this as a mishmash of random Batman timelines or a completely different AU because I've given up trying to figure out the timeline and keep track of the alternate universes. Again, with my other fics, highly self indulgent.
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