Blonde

Blonde

Hello! I’m rather new here, and this was really just a drabble I had lying around…

It’s not really good, there probably will be errors, but I just wanted to post this. It’s a Timsteph AU were Tim and Steph haven’t met yet, and will meet as Red Robin and Batgirl. I would admit the ending was very rushed. I will be making some kind of sequel where they actually meet though.

Part 2 

Tim Drake has heard of her. Oh of course he had. He didn’t know anyone who hasn’t heard of the new blond Batgirl. Not much was known about her really. Only that she was new and she was good.

There was, of course, her brief stint as Spoiler, spoiling all of her father’s plans, but she soon disappeared and everyone thought her dead.

Then Batgirl appeared and there were no connections drawn, except by him. But that’s natural. After all, Tim Drake was, is nothing if not perceptive.

And he looked forward to finally seeing her on the streets as he patrolled, so he can finally get a judge of her character.

After all, her performance as Spoiler has left much to be desired, driven by rage and revenge and basically no skills what so whatever. However, Oracle has told him that the Birds of Prey has helped train her, and she was much, much better now. And he trusted Barbara’s judgement.

So as he patrolled the streets of Gotham, he kept an eye out for the blond female bat.

Stephanie Brown and her Adventurous Adventures of Sass

It had first started as a complete accident. Stephanie was only trying to say bat-attitude.

With a messed up nose. And a concussion.

What had came out was ‘battitude’.

Her concussed mind had latched onto it, and the more she debated over it, the more she liked it.

Bat attitude was just so hard to say, and it just didn’t roll off the tongue smoothly like battitude did.

It wasn’t just a normal attitude, it was a battitude.

Steph liked it.

The first time Steph purposely used it on someone it had stunned Tim into complete silence.

It had started again with usual ‘no Steph you’re going to get yourself hurt’ 'Steph I have to protect you’ blah blah blah.

“I’m sorry I can’t hear you over your battitude.” She snapped before storming out, silence following her.

Superboy had laughed for hours when she told him and Bart.

The next time she used it, she almost thought that they’d forget to breathe because they were laughing too hard.

When she heard, or rather sensed, Nightwing coming up behind her, she mentally sighed in relief. Because Nightwing happened to be the number on supporter of her and Tim’s relationship, and was always ready to do just about whatever to get his favorite couple back together.

Which meant he usually gave great advice towards Steph, sabotaged Tim’s uniform when she pulled the distress card well enough, and was just the absolute best.

That time Tim’s costume shrunk in the wash wasn’t a complete accident…

“So what was it this time?” Dick asked as he settled down beside her on the edge of the roof.

“Just Tim being his stupid self with his dumb battitude.” It had taken all but three seconds for Dick to start laughing beside her.

“Gotta remember that one.” He said, almost snorting. “Battitude.”

She could hear Barbara in her ear too, letting out a chuckle.

Next time she used it, she managed to shut the brat up for a good ten seconds.

They had been in the batcave, Steph on the computer and Damian sparring, when he brought up her chest size again.

“You have a little something there.” She replies, gesturing at his face, chest, feet, and everything in between. “It’s called your battitude.”

By now, battitude was slowly spreading.

When she used it again, Cass couldn’t breathe and Jason had encouraged her.

It was one of those few and rare days where Gotham was quiet, peaceful and tranquil. Only the minor criminals were out, committing small acts of vandalism.

She had been regaling Cass and Jason with her stories of slapping members of the batfamily, when she let battitude slip out.

Cass choked and Jason sniggered.

“Make sure to use it on the boss man alright?” He tossed out on his way out to take care of an amateur robber.

Finally, finally, she used it on the big man himself, the one and only Batman.

It had been the usual “You can’t listen to orders Steph, pay attention Steph, stop being so reckless Steph’ type thing when she finally snapped. She drew herself up to her full height, blue eyes narrowed dangerously at Bruce.

Alfred casually called down all batfamily members.

“You know what?” She snarled, jabbing her finger into Batman’s armored chest. She hid her wince.

Jason held his breath in anticipation and Tim stared worriedly at her.

“I’m growing sick of you, and your battitude.”

Tim raised his eyebrows, and Dick started snickering. Jason wolf-whistled, causing Tim to glare at him. Damian stared unimpressed, and Barbara suppressed a smile. Cass stared at the scene and Alfred calmly continued sweeping, eyes dancing with mirth.

Batman was stunned into submission that night.

o holy night (the stars are brightly shining)

Merry Christmas!

Where Steph is eager for Christmas.

 Tim walked into his home, and was greeted with an explosion of red and green. Not literally, of course. But the person behind the intrusion of color was currently greeting him with a lovely kiss so he wasn’t really going to complain.

 "Come on! Let’s go bake holiday cookies or something, watch Christmas movies, build a snowman, kiss under mistletoe-“ Tim covered Steph’s mouth, laughing.

“One at a time Steph, one at a time.” At least she had the decency to blush.

 "Sorry, this is our first Christmas together. I just want to do everything!“ Tim’s eyes softened, and he wondered how, after five years of knowing her, this was the first time they’ve spent Christmas together. 

 Well there was always her prolonged vacation, then his prolonged vacation, and then Batman’s then… To distract his mind, he took a curious look around the house. 

 Now that he looked closely, he can accurately say that there was not an explosion of green and red. It was an explosion of green, red, and silver. "You really outdid yourself with the decorations.” He teased, watching her face flush slightly. She giggled slightly before bouncing back, arms gesturing at the room.

 "What do you think? Of course I have to add some more tinsel, and mistletoe, it’s not Christmas without mistletoe of course so-“ "Well first, you have to get a dress.” Tim said, cutting her rambling off, as adorable as it is. 

Stephanie looked at him, confused. “The annual Wayne Christmas Ball. Come on Steph, do you really think I was going to take someone else other than you?” He had the pleasure of seeing her eyes light up, see the way her face practically glowed, feel the way her lips pressed so delicately against his… Then she was off again, darting towards their room to look for a decent dress for the upcoming ball. Tim thoughtfully rubbed the small box in his pocket.

Subway

For the next three weeks I may be inactive, because I am going to a vacation spot that I’m unsure has wifi. Until I reach that location, I must assume there is no wifi. So here is a goodbye fic for you all.

At first glance, the five people approaching the subway seem normal. Second and third glances don’t change that fact. It’s only when people start observing that they start noticing different things.

For one, the only female (as well as blond) argues with the youngest a lot, and seems to have tension with the second shortest.

The tallest one has a white streak in his hair, and the second tallest was always smiling, always laughing.

The third tallest one is observing everything with intelligent eyes, and the shortest one is scowling at everyone and everything.

But there still isn’t something too odd about them. What people don’t realize, is that these five were all once the second half of the dynamic duo. The smallest one (Damian) still is. Some of the terms were brief and ended badly (Stephanie and Jason) and some of the terms stretched over quite a few years (Dick and Tim). But once in their vigilante careers, they were Robin.

They have just came back from a little Robin get together, and had decided to show Damian the experience of riding a subway (“You’ve never rode a subway?” “Tt.”)

Stephanie couldn’t help but still feel like an odd one out as she watched Jason, Dick, Tim, and Damian interact. She could never truly be one of them. Things between her and Tim were awkward at best, Dick still disapproved of her becoming Batgirl, Jason didn’t know her, nor did he want to, and Damian was focusing in Dick. He only paid attention to her when Dick wasn’t around.

The subway came and people quickly hogged up seats until all that was left was a four seater. Maybe the boys had forgotten about her (it wouldn’t be the first time today) or maybe they were purposely ignoring her, but in the end, Steph was left out without a seat.

But she was far too tired to argue and it was only three more stops till it was hers, and she could just wait it all. She just sat on the ground, wrapped a hand around the pole, and rested her head on it. If she had kept her eyes on the boys, she would have noticed that they were now looking at her, silently debating.

She would have noticed how pointed looks were sent Tim’s direction, would’ve notice Tim sigh before leaning over.

What she did notice was Tim picking her up (when did he have the muscles to just lean over and pick her up?) and just place her gently on his lap.

And Steph was still too tired to argue so she just leaned her head onto his chest, closed her eyes, and fell asleep listening to his heartbeat.

She was awaken when his same arms lifted her up and carried her off the subway, eyes widening when he acknowledged her awakening and not set her down, eyes closing again when she let sleep take over.

Write Your Name (Across My Heart)

Stephanie was three years old when her mother lifted her hair up and screamed. 

 She couldn’t tell if it was from delight, surprise, or horror.  

Crystal Brown had shakily smiled, patted her hair down, and told her she was too pretty to wear her hair up. It had taken her another five years to see why her mother was so shaken. 

When Stephanie Brown was eight years old she made her first bun. She turned to appreciate her work and was met with Timothy Drake written neatly across the nape of her neck. 

Later, she searched Timothy Drake up, and was greeted with thousands of results. 

When she was fourteen, she broke up with Dean, because Dean was not Timothy Drake. 

She wondered if Timothy Drake thought of her as much as she thought of him.

When she was fifteen, Spoiler met Robin, and her heart skipped a beat. He was absolutely perfect. She wondered if he was her Timothy Drake. 

She was disappointed to find out he was only Alvin Draper. 

When Stephanie was 16, her Robin stint had come and gone, and Leslie found out about Timothy Drake. 

She didn’t talk to Stephanie for three days. 

When Stephanie Brown was sixteen, she was Batgirl, and Barbara Gordon finds out about Timothy Drake. 

Stephanie had swept her hair to the side, so Barbara could examine a wound when she heard Barbara breathe in sharply. After that, Barbara had stayed quiet, bandaging up her cut. 

Stephanie Brown is 17 and it’s time for the batfamily group training session. It’s going to get sweaty so she tips her head forward for her ponytail and everyone stops talking and what? 

And then Red Robin is in front of her and everyone else is gone and he was pulling his cowl down and he’s pulling up his sleeve and- 

Oh. 

“Hi. I’m Timothy Drake.”

Revenge (Best Served Cold)

I really don’t know where I pulled this out of.

Just a warning, there is just a little maturity in here. Like, subtle references towards some sexual behavior.

“Diiiiiiiiiiiick.” Steph called cheerfully as she flung the gym door open. There, Dick was working out. Shirtless.

Ok so maybe she timed this just so she could see him shirtless.

…maybe.

Dick looked up and grinned at her, getting off the parallel bars. Steph watched his muscles flex as he did so. Sometimes she still wondered if she was pursuing the right Wayne.

“So.” She started off casually. “Tim’s been particularly stiff and mean to me and I was wondering if you would, oh I don’t know, help give me ideas for revenge?”

Dick looked at her, amused. “You have come to the right place.” He announced. “I know everything there is about revenge. Tell me, how will you like to dish this revenge out, warm and embarrassing or cold and angering?”

Stephanie grinned wickedly. “Warm and embarrassing of course. Wouldn’t want the little birdie to think that I’ve given up on my days of making him turn warm and red.”

“Victoria’s Secret.” Dick said immediately. Stephanie stared at him confused. “Take him shopping to Victoria’s Secret. It’ll make him all hot and bothered, and you might even get some fun tonight.” The protector of Bludhaven said, winking at her as he started getting ready to continue his work out.

Stephanie brightened up. “Thanks Dick! I owe you one.”

“Ooooooh Tiiiiimmmyyyyyy.” She sang out, causing Tim to stiffen up.

“Shit.” He mumbled. Damian just looked at him skeptically before turning back towards the TV, something Dick got him hooked into. 

Steph draped her arms around him and placed her head on his shoulder. “Could you come shopping with me?” She murmured, nuzzling into her neck. He stopped breathing, too tensed to move. Steph chuckled, a sultry sound and straddled him.

“Please?” She whispered.

“S-s-s-sure.” He stuttered, trying to look everywhere except for her low cut shirt, showing off her goodies. Steph immediately perked up, getting off him and dragging him

“Come on, I swiped a credit card from Jason, who swiped it from Dick, who swiped it from you. Wayne’s card, I’m going to go crazy.” Tim’s face lit up with alarm, and he started patting all of his pockets, searching for the card. When he finally deduced that no, she was not lying, he just sighed until an alarming thought came to him.

“Wait, you were with Jason?”

“So,” he started.“Where to now?” By now, Steph had just about dragged him to every store there was and she didn’t look ready to stop.

“Well,” she said slyly. “I needed some more….. undergarments, so I figure we could hit Victoria’s Secret.”

Tim slammed into a stop, yanking Steph around. “Victoria’s Secret?!?” He almost yelled, eyes going wide. “Are you kidding me?” He shook his head. “No. No. Just no. Absolutely not.”

Steph giggled and pushed him off her. “Oh come on, you promised. You wouldn’t leave me all alone and make me have to ask another guy for his opinion would you?” Tim’s eyes narrowed and he took deep breaths to calm himself down from the mere thought of another guy seeing Steph in lingerie.

“Okay fine.” 

After all, it couldn’t be that bad right?

Tim took his earlier statement back. It was that bad. It didn’t help that Steph immediately headed towards the most revealing section, and started browsing. It also didn’t help that she kept on pulling them out and asking for his opinion. And it most definitely didn’t help that she made him hold all of the ones she chose. None of which were very conservative.

As Steph modeled more and more for him, the more he shifted uncomfortably, feeling hot glows of anger and jealously as other guys stared hungrily at her, while at the same time embarrassed to an all time high.

The dressing room door opened, and Tim had officially reached the shade of red that he thought was impossible to reach, needing to cross his legs to hide his growing… friend down there.

When they finally got back, Tim dropped the bags down onto her floor, pulled her flush against him, almost throwing her onto her bed in his haste to get her clothes off.

They most certainly did have “some fun” that night.