The Winter (Eggplant) Soldier

The Winter (Eggplant) Soldier

This fic was inspired by  @moonquakelake and this post.

She was good. 

 No, Tim corrects himself, she was really good. Like, insanely good. Like, supernaturally goo-

Self preservation skills kicked in, and he quickly ducked to avoid having his head taken off. 

 And nearly got stabbed by the other knife. 

 But this girl, she looked really familiar. If only the mask covering the lower half of her face was gone. 

He stops thinking about that when her hand wrapped around his neck, and then sent him flying back. 

 That mechanical arm of hers is really unfair, he thinks as he flings her to the ground, lunging for his discarded bo staff. Tim felt the smooth surface of his trusty weapon. Success. 

In quick succession he blocks most of the attacks dished out. Moving quickly, he flips her, sending her flying. Her mask hits the ground, and she twists in midair and- 

 That roll! 

His eyes widened. He knew who rolled like that. But it couldn’t be her, she was dea- 

The woman got up, and he straightened, feeling like all the wind has just been knocked out of him.

 He knew that face. He knew those eyes, he knew those lips, he knew that little scar on her chin. He knew that hair, and he knew that person. He knew Stephanie Brown, killed two years ago by Black Mask. And he knew this was her. 

“Steph?” The name slips out of his mouth, breathless. How could she be alive? How could he not recognize her eyes?

His thoughts stutter to a halt as she turns towards him. 

“Who the hell is Steph?“ 

And he could only stare numbly at the spot she had occupied as the smoke cleared, stare as it revealed she was gone. 

Gone.

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.

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.

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.

A Common Purpose

Not sure this is what ibmiller meant when requesting “Tim and Damian being forced to get along because they both care about Steph” but I tried.

Mild sprinklings of Timsteph and Damian not being a complete jerk.

“Drake what are yo-” Damian started as the Redbird bursted into the batcave.

“Shut it Damian.” He growled, bustling past him and cursing Bruce for giving Alfred a vacation today out of all days. He carefully placed his query down and quietly got out the anesthetic.

Damian looked around Tim and his eyes narrowed. “What happened to Brown?” He said, his voice tight. Damian will fiercely deny it later on, but he had grown rather fond of the usually bubbly Batgirl, and he didn’t appreciate someone hurting her.

Behind Tim laid an unconscious Stephanie who has definitely seen better days.

“What does it look like?” Tim snapped, impatient that Damian was taking his attention off Stephanie who was in dire need of it.

Damian stayed silent watching Tim bustle around Steph. A snappy comeback was already forming in his mind, and he opened his mouth. What slipped out however, was something completely different.

“How can I help?”

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.