Dresses And Slits

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.

Write Your Name (Across My Heart)

Stephanie was three years old when her mother lifted her hair up and screamed. 

 She couldn’t tell if it was from delight, surprise, or horror.  

Crystal Brown had shakily smiled, patted her hair down, and told her she was too pretty to wear her hair up. It had taken her another five years to see why her mother was so shaken. 

When Stephanie Brown was eight years old she made her first bun. She turned to appreciate her work and was met with Timothy Drake written neatly across the nape of her neck. 

Later, she searched Timothy Drake up, and was greeted with thousands of results. 

When she was fourteen, she broke up with Dean, because Dean was not Timothy Drake. 

She wondered if Timothy Drake thought of her as much as she thought of him.

When she was fifteen, Spoiler met Robin, and her heart skipped a beat. He was absolutely perfect. She wondered if he was her Timothy Drake. 

She was disappointed to find out he was only Alvin Draper. 

When Stephanie was 16, her Robin stint had come and gone, and Leslie found out about Timothy Drake. 

She didn’t talk to Stephanie for three days. 

When Stephanie Brown was sixteen, she was Batgirl, and Barbara Gordon finds out about Timothy Drake. 

Stephanie had swept her hair to the side, so Barbara could examine a wound when she heard Barbara breathe in sharply. After that, Barbara had stayed quiet, bandaging up her cut. 

Stephanie Brown is 17 and it’s time for the batfamily group training session. It’s going to get sweaty so she tips her head forward for her ponytail and everyone stops talking and what? 

And then Red Robin is in front of her and everyone else is gone and he was pulling his cowl down and he’s pulling up his sleeve and- 

Oh. 

“Hi. I’m Timothy Drake.”

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

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 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.

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.