Revenge (Best Served Cold)

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.

Failed Infiltration

Hint, I may have already written part 2, 3,4,5 and 6 to this and I MIGHT post them, but hey who knows.

So I love y'all and I wish you all a happy day and if it’s your birthday today happy birthday (Demi Lovato I’m looking at you) and I hope you enjoy!)

Stephanie Brown examined her new partner in interest. Tall, strong, and very broody, glaring at everyone and everything. This was the one the League of Assassins assigned as her partner?

His fashion sense was horrible, and his cowl looked utterly ridiculous. What did Ra’s even see in him?

Her costume is more tasteful, with dark purple, and a full face mask. Purple contacts covered her usual blue eyes, and her hood on her cloak was up. Definitely more fashionable than Mr. Dark and Broody over there.

However, she couldn’t deny that he had more toys and was well trained, evident from the way he moved.

“So whatcha call yourself?” She said casually, as to not provoke him anymore than she already has. Early she poked fun at his costume and was pinned with a glare that would’ve made a lesser whimper. But Stephanie was no lesser, and the glare was nothing more than a passing itch. Still, it wouldn’t be productive for there to be hostilities between them on their first mission.

“Red Robin.” He said shortly.

“He talks!” She announced dramatically. “Hey, wait isn’t there a little urchin running around in Gotham dressed in traffic light colors calling himself Robin?”

“Shouldn’t you be less talkative?” He seemed tense at all the questions.

“And word on the street is,” she continues,“the urchin is the Lady’s son.” By now Red Robin is definitely annoyed, trying to glare daggers into her. So much for not pissing him off.

“And who are you?” He says, sounding quite emotionless despite his obvious agitation. She was impressed. It was not easy to accomplish such an emotionless voice, especially when one is angry.

“Orchid.”

“The Amethyst Killer?” He asked. She watched him shift and examine her with a new interest. “Shiva’s favorite and most prized apprentice?” Stephanie nodded.

“I expected you to be… More professional.” Her head snapped over. Did he just accuse her of being unprofessional? How dare he insult her in such a way? This time, it was Orchid’s turn to glare coldly onto him.

“At least I don’t look like I have a condom head.” She snapped before mentally gasping. How could she lose her cool?

Orchid took her eyes off Red Robin, and suddenly leapt forward as their targets appeared.

They could bond later, right now she had a job to do. Young Justice was not going to mess with the Light’s meeting. Not this time. Not with her around.

when you wanna show your muscles but you don’t want people calling you a show off so you gotta stop a helicopter to make it seem natural

Bruce: I've prepped some questions in case the reporters ask you tonight at the gala.

Stephanie: Shoot, Mr. Boss-Man.

Bruce: ...Right. What is your name?

Stephanie: They call me Lil Skeeze.

Bruce: *rolls eyes* What is your relation to the Wayne family?

Stephanie: Sometimes I eat their leftover fries.

Bruce: *sighs heavily* Have you any interests in the family's company?

Stephanie: Lots, mostly related to gossip.

Bruce: *begins to get up and leave*

Stephanie: *grabs his sleeve* Stop, don't. Keep asking, I'll do it right!

Bruce: *sternly* I expect you to take this seriously, Stephanie.

Stephanie: I will! Okay, I'm done. Ask me more questions, I'll be serious.

Bruce: *gazes at her*

Stephanie: *very serious*

Bruce: Very well. What is, in your opinion, America's greatest artistic achievement? Now, take your time to think abou--

Stephanie: High School Musical. Without a doubt.

Bruce:

Bruce:

Bruce:

Bruce: Just...just try to avoid the reporters.

Blonde 2

Blonde is an au where Tim and Steph only first meet as Batgirl and Red Robin. In the previous part, Tim is musing over what he’s heard of the Blond Batgirl.

There will be hints of romance I guess.

Part 1

Batgirl was stunning. The blurred pictures and grainy videos that Tim had scoured had not done her justice, nor had they successfully prepared himself for the full impact that was the new Batgirl.

He had been patrolling, of course, when he came across a drug deal going on in a, what else, warehouse.

Before he could jump into action, a blonde whirlwind appeared, throwing punches, and lashing out with expertly placed hits. Only when he saw a gun pointed at her while she was disarming another did he jump into action.

With a couple of well thrown batarangs, that problem was also taken care of. Batgirl didn’t say anything to him, just nodded and flashed a smile at him when she came near. Together, they silently took down the rest of the drug dealers.

Only when they finished, did they finally talk. Silence had surrounded them for minutes, each sizing up the other, before Red Robin made his move.

“Batgirl I presume.” He said as he stuck out his hand. Batgirl nodded as she took his hand.

“And the infamous Red Robin.” She quipped. “Dressed quite like Dr. Mid-Nite if I do say so myself.”

He just raised his eyebrow as he continued, ignoring her comment. “I’ve heard of you.”

“And I’ve heard of you.” They stepped back, releasing hands.

“You’ve created quite a disturbance among the Gotham underworld slums.” She smiled at his comment- and oh lord her smile. It was so sweet, so refreshing, like a cool glass of lemonade on a hot summer day.

“You wanna play rooftop tag?” She said brightly. He gaped at her for a minute, unable to comprehend what she just said. No one mentioned how random she could be.

“You still play that?” Was all he said when he regained the ability to speak.

“Yeah!” She laughed. “You don’t?”

“Never had anyone to play it with.” Well, never anyone he wanted to play with. Batgirl danced closer to him before whacking his head and grappling off.

“Tag!”

As they played, he added a couple more words to the growing list of adjectives describing Batgirl.

Bright…

Cheerful…

Happy…

……..

Amazing.

Through the Eyes of a Child

I’m really proud of this one, it’s rather long, and I really like the concept, the idea, of Steph as an assassin.

In which Stephanie Brown is an assassin for Lady Shiva.

Stephanie Brown is eight, and she is completely and utterly terrified. Her shoulder hurts, and there are gunshots and loud bangs and screams and thuds and unknown voices yelling. The voices are cold, hard, and send shivers down her back.

They’re accusing her father of something, and she doesn’t need to be a genius to know her dad must have ticked off the wrong people again. This was Gotham and her dad was a wannabe, a second rate criminal. This was bound to happen.

She just didn’t expect it to be now.

Another round of shots ring out.

One. Two. Three.

A scream, a thud, and footsteps. Then her bedroom door rips open and the foreign people seize her and take her far far away from home.

Stephanie Brown is nine, and life in the assassin compound is very different. She learned to use knives on meat, vegetables, fruit, and bodies. She learned to blend in, to hide in shadows, to hide in plain sight, to hide her emotions, to lie, to interrogate, to smile as to reassure someone before killing them.

She learns different ways to kill someone, five different ways to break someone’s arm, poisons and antidotes, different languages, getting out of bonds, and Orchid, the Amethyst Killer, becomes a household name.

(Kills:3)

Stephanie Brown is ten and she’s fighting and she’s angry and how dare they? Guards at her compound have rebelled, and she was called in, given orders to take them down.

The league had taken them in when no one else wanted them, trained them, and this is how the guards thank them?

Oh the guards, they laugh, how they laugh at first. They weren’t laughing when she slit all of their throats, admiring the way her new knife cut through them like butter.

(Kills: 50)

Stephanie Brown is eleven and she loves the thrill. The thrill of breaking the rules and jumping and twirling in the air, from rooftop to rooftop. The exhilaration of the chase, of almost getting caught.

Maybe it was wrong, but Stephanie loved it all.

(Kills:146)

Stephanie is twelve and by now everyone in and out of her compound knows her name. Everyone wants her, everyone vies for her as their own apprentice. To be in their own court. Ra’s, Talia, Lady Shiva, Deathstroke.

She chooses Lady Shiva of course, for she is the best and Stephanie only chooses the best.

(Kills:267)

Stephanie Brown is thirteen and she is home. Not home with her bullet ridden father and her drug overdosing mother, but home in the streets of Gotham. Someone had call for Mathias Black to be killed, and Stephanie aims to please.

And when she aims and when she’s about to shoot a batarang stop her. She is furious yes, but delighted too. Not only does she get to kill, she gets to play with the Batman’s new Robin. What a good night this was shaping up to be.

So they dance and he fights and she thinks this is all child’s play. And he thinks he’s in control but really Orchid is just playing him, manipulating him into position.

And he’s good, but she’s better. She finally moves him into place and she shoots and he dodges of course. But she didn’t miss. Oh no of course not. To miss would suggest that she missed her target but nope, that would never happen. She grins triumphantly and gestures for him to turn around and look at what she’s done. He didn’t want to at first, but Stephanie doesn’t give him a choice.

She forces him to turn around, to see her success, to see Mathias Black dead with a bullet in his chest. Because she’s not like the others. She doesn’t lose track of a goal just to go and beat a bat. Robin was never her target. She smirks and when he turns around, she’s gone.

(Kills:322)

Stephanie Brown is fourteen and she’s back in Gotham. Lady Shiva seems to be enjoying the way that Stephanie toys with Robin, dangling victory in front of his nose only to sweep the carpet out from under him. This time her orders are simple. Learn more about the current Boy Wonder.

So she prepares for her job, studying all know information about Robin to find patterns, to learn about his style, to learn about him. Soon she find one that goes with her own path and she climbs out the window to start hunting.

After killing a few people out of the many Lady Shiva has tasked her with, he finally graces her with his appearance. And as they dance again, she wonders if she should have been in Talia’s court instead, so it could be said like master like apprentice. Because eventually, she and Robin will end up like Batman and Talia, dancing on opposite sides. But she will be more successful, and Robin will be like putty in her hands when this is over.

(Kills:401)

Stephanie Brown is fifteen and is widely known as Lady Shiva’s favorite. No one dares to mess with her, partly of her own reputation and partly due to fear of the commonly known deadly female assassin whom she’s apprenticed to.

And the Shiva’s temper is fierce when her prized gem is harmed.

(Kills: 511)

Stephanie Brown is sixteen and she has now spent half of her life as an assassin.

Her Robin has disappeared and female replacement runs along instead with her flaming red hair. Stephanie is disappointed of course, for she had enjoyed their dances, enjoyed toying with him, looked forward to visiting him.

Stephanie Brown is disappointed, and very much in love.

(Kills: 620) 

Stephanie Brown is sixteen and her Robin is back as the Red Robin. The Batman is dead, the Son of the Bat running around as Robin now with the first Robin as Batman. Talia is very disappointed, and so is Stephanie.

Red Robin just wasn’t fun anymore, and their dances just weren’t the same. She tried them out before turning away and leaving their dances in disgust.

Leaving Tim in disgust.

(Kills: 758)

Stephanie Brown is seventeen and she has made her move on Red Robin. They were having one of their dissatisfying dances where she considered actually showing him what she was made of before he spoke to her.

And he made her so aggravated, so very aggravated that Stephanie did something she has never before. She lost her control and before Stephanie knew what she was doing, she pulled Red Robin in a heated kiss.

He hadn’t immediately responded, but when he did it was as if they were trying to kill each other. Their tongues were their weapons, and their determination to win were their shields.

It takes her a couple moments to realize that her back is pressing up against the wall in the alley way and how did they get into the alleyway? Weren’t they on the roof two minutes ago?

And they break apart and suddenly he’s kissing her again except it’s softer this time and nice and leaves tingles everywhere

And when they finally leave she just can’t wait to tell Lady Shiva about this one

(Kills: 906).

Stephanie Brown is eighteen and she’s now officially a legal adult and she is so very content as she stabs her knife down into a new milestone.

(Kills: 1,000)