Memorials (or The Lack Thereof)

Memorials (or the lack thereof)

*tiptoes in* Hi. Don’t hit me for not posting a fic please :). Heres one. You can also check out the one that I posted on Aug. 20th. Here’s the angsty Steph I promised in that fic. 

Stephanie knows they doubt her. She knows that they didn’t particularly care about her, that she’s just a suit warmer. 

(She cracks slightly, but marches on.) 

 Steph ignores the way Batman always glowers whenever he comes into the cave to find her training. She ignores the mistrust in Tim’s eyes, always trying to force her into the back seat.

 (She watches from afar as the Wayne Manor lit up in lights for Christmas, a party she wasn’t even told about, much less than invited to.) 

 Stephanie doesn’t miss the way Dick glares at her, disliking the fact that it was her in the suit, not Barbara. Barbara stares distastefully from a distance, not liking how Steph couldn’t be controlled. 

 (Steph picked the short straw again, shivering in the rain as she patrols in the rain. Contrary to a heavy belief, rainfall was the most preferred planning time for criminals. She knows, her dad was one.)

 She soldiers through Damian’s insults over how inadequate she was, ignores his barbs of “Fatgirl”. 

 (She watches on in the shadows when the Batfamily express their distaste for her as they almost beg Cass to come back as Batgirl. She almost wishes she said yes.) 

 Jason sits at the sidelines staring at her with pity. She makes sure to beat it all out the next time they spar, not stopping until that pity was replaced with respect. 

 (By now, Steph is so ruined that she is covered in long, chunky cracks. Parts of her are falling apart, and duct tape is finally deemed necessary.) 

 Alfred gazes on cooly, always too busy with the other boys cuts and bruises to focus on her own. 

(Thankfully she’s studying medicine in Uni, and at Leslie’s.) 

 Stephanie replaces her open eyed cowl with the much more useful ones of night vision. 

 (She had to work several shift to buy those. Steph doesn’t even bother asking Bruce, she already knows the answer to that.)

 She never receives a com.

 (It took months more for her to finally find the time to hack the police radios. Stephanie listens from there.) 

Stephanie was never in the loop of information. 

 (The lack of comradeship is what lead Steph to her end.)

 Barbara sends out a notice to not patrol. After all, the rain was too terrible for any activity. No one thinks to warn Steph. 

 (Across town, Steph suits up, ready for another night of patrol. She jumps out the window, leaving her house.) 

 She doesn’t come back. 

 (Ra’s spots her and alerts the rest of criminal underworld.) 

She didn’t know. 

 (Joker doesn’t laugh with much vulgar as he swiped at her. Even the clown doesn’t think her a worthy opponent.)

 She gave it her all. 

 (It wasn’t enough.) 

 She radioed for help. 

 (No one answered. Steph knocked out Harley.) 

 She fought well. 

 (The growing pile of villains rectified that statement.) 

 She charges forward valiantly. 

 (Ra’s slips out from behind her. He leaves a gift.) 

 She gains hope. 

 (She doesn’t notice the ticking bomb behind her.) 

She dives for the Joker. 

 (She never reached her target.) 

 The explosion ends it all. 

 (She makes sure it takes half of the criminal masterminds with her.) 

 She had taken down a good portion of the criminals before the bomb finishes it all. 

 (No one found her body until the morning.) 

 Stephanie Brown was dead. 

 (She wasn’t given a memorial.)

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.“