Headed Straight For The Castle (they Want To Make Me Their Queen)

headed straight for the castle (they want to make me their queen)

Not sure how much I like the ending. Steph might be a bit OOC. I don’t feel like it’s enough Timsteph but oh well. Might write a sequel to this.

Stephanie Brown had no idea how (why) she was Chosen.

It was time for the annual Gathering, as the third Prince of Gotham reached the age to be married. Already, his older brothers have found their chosen loved one, Prince Richard with the clever Barbara Gordon of the Second Class, and Prince Jason with the shy Cassandra Cain of the Third Class.

The Gathering was a tradition for the royal family to search out and find a worthy bride from a pool of females offered up to him. The current King Bruce Wayne had found his match, the wily Selina Kyle of the Fourth Class using the Gathering, as had the king before him.

Now, it was Prince Timothy’s turn, and all the kingdom’s fair ladies in his age range have been called in to fill out a survey as well as take a picture at the local shop set up near them for the Prince and his family to judge whether or not they will be taken to the castle and participate in the activities and festivities.

There will be fifty chosen out of hundreds, although in the end, only one will remain.

Stephanie had been one of the girls who went for the survey and picture, albeit not with much hope. What prince would want a dirt poor low ranking citizen such as herself among the high and mighty not to mention beautiful girls of the upper class?

So, it was to her shock that she had been chosen, and soon she was whooshed off into the Promised Land, the castle where she had met the ever so charming Princes, and then Prince Timothy himself.

It was a rough few months, as girls battled it out for the Third Prince’s heart, and she stayed out of it all. Tam Fox of the First Class could have him. For she knew, herself, Stephanie Brown of Fifth Class has no chance of winning his affection.

Instead, she spent her time immersing herself in the castle library, reading up about medical treatment. There weren’t libraries like this back home, and she chose to make the most of her time learning all she could about her desired occupation.

It was unheard of a Fifth Class becoming a healer, but Stephanie was determined to become the first. Her child would not live as she had, in rags and an addicted mother. Her child will not live in poverty with out her father to support it, with out having to go out on the streets and find any job she could to support herself and her drug induced mother.

And so she studied and took notes, all the while wondering why she was still there, until one day the Prince approached her, with his own set of books, and silently read with her.

That’s how Stephanie Brown met, and bonded with the Third Prince.

She sat at her chair reading, and watched curiously as weeks past and more and more girls were dropped, yet she stayed, until it was just her, Tam Fox, and Cassandra Sandsmark, also of First Class. Cassandra was the younger sister of one of the King’s closest friends. Tam Fox was the daughter of one of the King’s trusted advisers.

Out of the three, she was the only one whom didn’t have a connection to the royal class.

Tam Fox was favored by the public, Cassandra Sandsmark by the King’s friends, and Stephanie by the royal family themselves.

Steph hit it off with Cassandra Cain, adored learning from Barbara, and spent much time debating with Queen Selina, who had been from a lower class such as herself.

Richard and her got along splendidly, both cheerful in nature. Steph bonded quickly with Jason, the most empathetic on the lower class’ struggles. Even Damian, the youngest, most arrogant, and grouchiest of the King’s children seemed to tolerate her.

She continued to have her “dates” with Tim, although they had slowly but definitely started bonding and branching out to the more personal topics, and then Stephanie fell in love.

She adored having conversations about medicines and famous healers with him, she loved his shy and dorky nature, and she enjoyed how thoughtful and attentive he was. He gave her the perfect gifts, not the expensive ones, and always knew how to cheer her up, cheer her on.

But the deadline was growing closer, and Steph knew her time was short. With everyone growing antsy, the Prince will have to make his decision soon. And she held no doubt in her mind that it will not be her. Tam was the best choice, regal already, and clearly can handle all the duties of a princess fittingly.

Cassandra was too rash, too impulsive, too pigheaded, too free spirited to ever sit down and be dulled by how a princess needs to be “quiet and listen to the prince”. The only reason she even made it this far was because the Prince liked her attitude.

Steph, well Steph didn’t really know much on how to act royally, how to be regal. And the prince doesn’t seem to really like her more than a friend.

So she guessed she would be seeing her mother again.

“Tim? What are you doing here?” Tim in her room. Tim standing in front of her. In the dark. Close to night. Alone. Two of them. Her room.

He locked the doors.

Dyed at the Stalk

In which Tim is a smooth boy for once and it turns into a traditon.

“So tell me, what kind of flower did he give you yesterday?” Stephanie leaned back against the counter, smiling. 

 "A blue phalaenopsis orchid. Apparently it matches my eyes.“ She heard her friend giggle. 

 Stephanie works part time at her aunt’s floral shop and things had been pretty dull. The smell of all the flowers were too sickeningly sweet smelling, the costumers far too picky, and she had to learn how to tell flowers apart by glance, so she is prepared for any question. 

 One day, she had been opening up the store when an utterly gorgeous blue eyed guy walked in. He wandered around a bit, and Stephanie set to start playing her favorite game. Guess what each costumer wanted when they walked in. For blue eyed hottie, she guessed girlfriend. There was no way some one as attractive as him would not have a girlfriend. 

 The boy, she found out, was incredibly polite with her. He never tried to “get some” with her as other obnoxious guys have, nor did he snap at her. That only rectified her earlier statement. Charming and hot? There was no way he wasn’t snapped up by girls. 

 The hottie seemed to have made his decision, picked out a single flower, and walked it up to her. He silently payed for the flower, and to her surprise, reached across the counter and tucked it behind her ear. Her cheeks flushed, and the hottie smirked before walking out. 

Everyday since, he’s been walking in and buying a flower for her. They never exchanged words, and she still doesn’t know his name, yet she feels a connection to him. 

 A smile played onto her lips as she hung up the phone. It was almost time for him to come, and start the routine all over again.

Dresses and Slits

Warning: Smut/lemon/lime/whatever you want to call it appears later on! 

Stephanie Brown cursed Barbara out violently in her head. She knew it! She knew Barbara hadn’t been inviting her out because she thought that Stephanie “deserved a break”. 

 She slowly peered up at Tim, sitting across from her. He was still looking at her, blue eyes drilling holes. Steph blushed and looked down. Defiance really wasn’t in her vocabulary at that time, she just wants out of there. 

Stephanie knew she should have parked her ass onto the couch and refused to move when Barbara asked her to come with her on her date with Dick. But here she was now, all dolled up. Hey, it might just work out. After all, her dress was cute, she felt great, her make up was on point, and she just had waffles. 

Then she saw the person next to Dick, and was ready to drop a smoke bomb and karate chop her way out of there. Of course, it was Tim fucking Drake, her could-be-would-be-maybe-once-upon-a-time boyfriend. Of course that ended when he kicked her in the stomach. She really didn’t know where her and Tim stood anymore. Were they friends? More than? Less than? 

 Stupid Wayne men. 

 "Well,“ Barbara said, getting up. “Steph, I’m going to head out with Dick. You know the way back, right? Keys, phone, everything?“ 

No you can’t go, take Tim with you.

 "Yeah! Have fun!” She winked at Barbara and started getting up before a warm hand reached out and clasped her wrist. Startled, she whirled around and got ready to whip out her ninja moves. 

“Please,” Tim said calmly, “stay.“ 

 Steph stayed. 

Barbara seemed to not notice the commotion as she and Dick exited stage right. 

Slowly sitting down , Stephanie picked at her plate. 

 "Can we talk?“ 

 Steph wanted to say something smart, like no, but decided against it. Hey, she was trying to act more mature an- ooooh waffles.   

“Stephanie, I…” He trailed off. If he expected Steph to make this easier for him, then he’s got a whole other thing coming. He was not going to woo her.

Nope. No chance. No way.

Tim picked Steph up and slammed her up against the nearby wall, lips moving fervently with hers. She pulled away with a gasp.

“Watch the back,” she said, breathless, “bruise from tangoing with a couple mob leaders." 

 "Sorry,” he murmured. Her answer is lost in her gasp as Tim moves down her neck. Stephanie threw her head back, groaning. Tim carefully picked her up and placed her onto the bed and damn does he know how to make a girl’s heart tingle. 

The tantalizing slit in her dress that his eyes have been lingering on is riding up, and her chest’s heaving. Tim decides to start there first, dropping kisses as she’s working on banishing clothing. Every five kisses or so, he swirls his tongue and Steph shakes, gasping. 

 "We shouldn’t be doing this,“ she groans. She made no move to push him away. 

 "No,” he agreed, peppering her cleavage with kisses. 

 "Tim,“ Steph gasps, finally giving up on taking his clothes off. Her voice breaks off as her body shudders, responding to Tim’s touch. "Tim,” she says when she finally catches her breath, “I will hit you with a brick if you don’t get those clothes off now." 

"We wouldn’t want that now would we?” He chuckles, before lifting his shirt over his head and Steph trails a hand over the rippling muscles. Tim lets out a sharp breath, mouth drying up and Stephanie smiles coyly, crawling up on his lap. His hands fall onto the bed, he’s watching her hungrily. 

 Slowly, she reaches back up and unzips the front of her dress. His eyes follows the zipper’s path down. She slips out and kicks it aside, working on sliding his pants down. 

 "No fair,“ his hot breath tickles her ear as he whispers, "I’m left with one article of clothing and you have two.” Even then, his fingers were moving, working on unclasping her bra, his other hand moving up and down her hips. Steph figures if he can multitask that far, why not continue? Their lips connect just as he finally gets her bra off, and they work on the whole “completely naked” idea.

Tim pushes her on her back as the last offending pieces of clothing slipped off. Slowly, keeping eye contact, he leans down and kisses the insides of her thighs. He sucks on it, an Steph is ready to die, her body mercilessly teased as he avoids the one spot she wants him to be. "Tim,” She whines, before he draws a moan out of her. He started swiping his tongue closer… and closer… The pleasure hit her as he starts toying with her clit, back arching up, cries growing louder, more desperate. Right when she felt herself trembling, ready to climax, he pulls away. She was about to complain, until she saw him carefully fit on a condom, and waits in anticipation. Tim starts off slow, with a gentle pace, and Steph was not going to have it. Impatiently, she hooked her ankles behind him, flipped him over, and started setting the pace. Stephanie’s body is tingling in ecstasy, head thrown back, mouth open. 

“Fuck, you’re so fucking gorgeous Steph,” Tim groans, hands settling firmly onto her hips, rising up to meet her as she comes down. 

 The room was quiet except for their moans, and the slap of their bodies connecting. Tim allows this to continue for a bit more before flipping her back over and starts thrusting, his hands lifting up her body to meet him. Stephanie’s moans are increasing, and oh God oh God, and she screams and she’s so close to climbing over the edge an- 

“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Tim whispers into her ear, panting. “Fucking gorgeous.” Steph loses it, hips bucking as she falls over the edge. Tim collapsed next to her. “I love you,” He murmurs as he drapes his arm around her sweaty frame. 

“You sure you want to go to sleep?” She murmurs quietly. “I can see at least ten other surfaces I’m willing to test out. Kind of want to break in everything in this room.” He laughs, breath tickling her neck. 

“Tempting, but I’ll pass. We do need somewhere for tomorrow.”

“You positive?” She asks,”because I’d love to try it on that wall over there. You, me, and a night of fun.” Tim rose up, staring down at Steph in a such a wolfish way, she shivers and tingles shoot down to her core.

The Battle of Chicken Soup

Steph was not sick. She was not. Nope-

“Achoo!”

Okay maybe a little.

But she’s glad the little demon isn’t here to condemn her to listening to him brag about his “superior” anatomy and how a “mere mortal” like her could never match up to his first class genetics.

Well screw him, at least she has waffles.

Steph shivered and huddled up in her blanket, wishing her mom was here to hug her and make her soup. But her mom had already left for work before she woke up.

So Stephanie Brown followed her three rules for sickness:

Dayquil or Nyquil. Those were a godsend.

Blankets. The more the better.

And the holy grail, coveted sleep™. Lots of sleep.

 Red Robin wavered slightly on the rooftop. Batgirl hadn’t shown up for patrol (it was their turn to partner up) and Oracle confirmed she was at home.

Red Robin was not worried. Definitely not. He was just there to know why she ditched. It most certainly was not to see if she was okay or not.

Was it even okay to go into his friend/ex/partner/whatever-the-heck-they-were’s room anymore? What was the proper etiquette for that? He wasn’t exactly taught that at prep school.

He hovered outside her room before deciding to enter because fuck it she couldn’t do worse than slap him, and that’s better than being hit by a brick.

Stephanie Brown got sick the same way she does everything, hard and fast like a wrecking ball.

Tim swore when the thermometer displayed 101.3 degrees onto the screen.

Well his soup-making skills were better than when he was Robin.

“Hey,” He said, gently shaking her shoulder.

“Tim?” She said groggily, “When did you get here?”

“Came to check on you after you didn’t show up for patrol. You’ve got a fever, you should’ve told someone!” He responds, helping her get into a upright position.

“Oh. Right. Patrol. Hey, is that chicken soup?” She smiled. “Deja vu huh?”

He laughs.

“I promise my chef skills have only gotten better.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” she says, blowing gently onto the spoon. He grins when she nods in approval.

Steph quickly finished her soup, and they fell silent, feeling the ancient pull of chemistry from TimnSteph, two peas in a pod.

“Batgirl and Robin huh.” She says finally, voice hoarse.

“Not Robin anymore,” He reminded her, not looking away.

“You’ll get sick.”

“Doing what?” She swatted at him.

“You know what.”

He caught her hand and looked at her in a way that made her heart melt the same way it had years ago when they were Spoiler and Robin, young, free, and in love.

“It’ll be worth it.”

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.

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)