Failed Infiltration

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.

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.

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.

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.”

Boy Wonder, Boy Blunder

So here’s a little fic for Tim’s birthday! 

It’s a bit rushed and I apologize for that.

When Tim got out of bed that morning, there had been a little buzz in his head that something special about today. He brushed it off and headed for the bathroom. Throughout the day, that uneasy feeling stayed with him even as he tried getting some headway onto all the stupid papers he had to look through for Wayne Industries. Briefly he wondered why he brought that kind of torture down on himself. 

 Not to mention there was a suspicious lack of Batfamily civilian activity. He hasn’t seen Bruce or Alfred all day, there were no overly cheery texts on his phone from Dick pestering him to remember to eat, no missing calls from Barbara, no tapping on the window from Cass, and Damian… Well Tim would rather not see Damian. 

 There was also nothing from two distinctive people in the Batfamily who don’t talk to him any day, much less then today. Jason, who never liked him and… Steph. He didn’t know if Steph even knew it was his birthday, but she most certainly knew he was alive, and was doing an amazing job at avoiding him. Somehow, she had wiggled out of all partnerships that Batman set up, training pairings with him that Barbara and Dick set up, and false emergencies that Cass set up to get them talking. 

 But he pushed all of that out of his mind as he headed to the place where he stored his Red Robin ensemble. Tim couldn’t risk being distracted while patrolling, that was dangerous. It was still early, sun wasn’t even down but Tim decided to get an early start, being bored out of his mind. 

 Five minutes in, Barbara radioed in telling Tim to get his butt over to the Batcave now. He had argued, but after a couple of not so subtle threats from Dick, several mentions of black mail materiel by Barbara, and teasing mentions that Steph would be there from Cass. In the end, he caved, and found himself staring at a surprise party with his family. Everyone was there, even Jason, although he looked a bit disgruntled. Damian even offered a tense Happy Birthday. That alone was enough to make his day.

 But a definite highlight of that birthday was Stephanie popping a birthday hat onto his head and pointed to the mistletoe above him that most certainly wasn’t there before, (he blamed Cass, she’s been trying to get them together again for a while now) lightly pecking his lips. His face turned to an unflattering shade of red and she laughed as she pulled away, and whispered into his ear.

 "Happy Birthday Boy Wonder.“