Coffee (and Love) In The Library

Coffee (and Love) in the Library

Stephanie Brown had no idea who those boys were, but she has had enough.

Well actually, that’s a lie.

She knew who they were, everyone did. The Wayne boys, with their black-as-night hair, and cobalt blue eyes.

Who are currently playing the fucking penis game in the goddamn library.

Finals were coming up next week, study rooms all taken up, and she swears, if those boys don’t shut up within five minutes, last name be damned, she will come over and end that game.

By removing said genitalia of course.

A low yell reached her ears and she stiffened, missing the ‘r’ key on her crappy laptop.

They haven’t reached above a low yell, something she’ll change in-

Another strangled yell.

That’s it. Five minutes were up, and they had their chance.

She slammed the chair back and stormed over to the idiots ruining her studying session.

She locked onto her target, the close on to her, and aimed.

And strangled scream echoed across the room, and heads snapped over, glaring.

No one liked being interrupted.

Being part of the slums taught her one thing, and that was how to hit the royal jewels, and how to hit them hard.

“There.” She said tersely, eyes glaring. “Now if you haven’t noticed yet, some of us are studying for finals. We can’t all have a rich parent so if some of us want to be accepted into a good college to study for a doctor, we have to do well on our finals.” Stephanie was seeing red at this point.

“I haven’t had food or drinks in eight hours, I’m surviving off of four hours of sleep and I’m out of coffee, tea can suck my ass.” One of them snorted, and Steph would slap him if she wasn’t on a roll.

“So, I swear to God if you don’t shut up, we’ll start this game all over and I will end it.”

She stormed back to her seat, and started typing again, slamming down on the keys. In her fury, it had taken her four tries to type a word.

Stupid morons.

Steph flinched when a steaming cup of coffee was pushed under her nose.

“You know,” Timothy fucking Drake said as he slid in the chair across from her, “what you did there, that wasn’t very nice.”

“Sue me.” She intoned as she turns her attention back over to her practice test. His lips curled upward.

“Well, are you going to drink your coffee?” He asked, gesturing at the steaming cup.

Steph eyed the cup for a minute before shrugging. Screw it, coffee was coffee. She’ll deal with it later, if it turned out to be poisoned.

“So, a doctor. I have to say, I didn’t have you pegged down as one, and my guesses are usually correct.” Tim’s eyes pierced into her.

“Yeah. Just what I want to do.” Stephanie turned her eyes back to the screen, slightly refreshed.

“Well Stephanie, you are contradicting all of my assumptions about you. It’s… interesting.”

Her lips involuntarily pointed up as she sipped her coffee.

It only occurred to her after he left that she never told him her name.

The next day, she almost couldn’t get to the front door because of the mysterious delivery of coffee in her living room.

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.

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

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.)

o holy night (the stars are brightly shining)

Merry Christmas!

Where Steph is eager for Christmas.

 Tim walked into his home, and was greeted with an explosion of red and green. Not literally, of course. But the person behind the intrusion of color was currently greeting him with a lovely kiss so he wasn’t really going to complain.

 "Come on! Let’s go bake holiday cookies or something, watch Christmas movies, build a snowman, kiss under mistletoe-“ Tim covered Steph’s mouth, laughing.

“One at a time Steph, one at a time.” At least she had the decency to blush.

 "Sorry, this is our first Christmas together. I just want to do everything!“ Tim’s eyes softened, and he wondered how, after five years of knowing her, this was the first time they’ve spent Christmas together. 

 Well there was always her prolonged vacation, then his prolonged vacation, and then Batman’s then… To distract his mind, he took a curious look around the house. 

 Now that he looked closely, he can accurately say that there was not an explosion of green and red. It was an explosion of green, red, and silver. "You really outdid yourself with the decorations.” He teased, watching her face flush slightly. She giggled slightly before bouncing back, arms gesturing at the room.

 "What do you think? Of course I have to add some more tinsel, and mistletoe, it’s not Christmas without mistletoe of course so-“ "Well first, you have to get a dress.” Tim said, cutting her rambling off, as adorable as it is. 

Stephanie looked at him, confused. “The annual Wayne Christmas Ball. Come on Steph, do you really think I was going to take someone else other than you?” He had the pleasure of seeing her eyes light up, see the way her face practically glowed, feel the way her lips pressed so delicately against his… Then she was off again, darting towards their room to look for a decent dress for the upcoming ball. Tim thoughtfully rubbed the small box in his pocket.

Heart's a Mosaic, Body's a Painting

Stephanie had no problem putting batboys in their place. She slapped Batman for goodness sake, even Jason Todd knew not to mess with her.

Well, all batboys except for her ex. And Damian Wayne on a rampage.

For example, “Father, why must I always patrol with that incompetent oaf, Drake. I wish to be partnered with Grayson.”

And boom. Here she is now, squeezed in a gargoyle sandwich with her ex on a roof.

Oh patrol is lovely. The criminals were determined to smash them in the a pulp, the view was smoggy, terrible, and smoggy, and her partner.

Well her partner.

Her partner was only stonily ignoring her.

Five out of five stars. Would recommend.

“Hey, where are you-”

She swore silently, getting up to follow him. Partners, huh. Could’ve fooled her.

Batgirl landed onto the first thug and showed the second one her fist. There was a satisfying crack! and Steph imagined Tim was there instead.

She ziptied the last guys before looking up and swearing again. Someone had to introduce Red Robin the meaning of partners before she introduced him to her fist.

“Alright, maybe I’m missing something here, but I’m pretty sure partners suggest working together, which you have not…”

She falters when he walks over to her.

“You got hurt,” he says quietly, checking her shoulder.

She flushes, and braces herself for the reprimanding soon to come because shit it was a pretty rookie mistake.

“It’s pretty deep. Let’s go back so we can stitch that up.”

Steph’s head snaps up. No scolding? No lecturing? Had she made that mistake way back then as Spoiler, Tim would’ve already been through his fifth lecture about how she wasn’t ready.

But as they were heading back, Stephanie only had one thought left.

This wasn’t a good idea.

“So,” She says when they’re out of the uniforms and he’s almost done stitching her up and too close too close too close. “Think that’ll leave a big scar?”

“I doubt it. People probably won’t even notice it,” he says, finally done. Steph gets up and inspects the stitches.

“You’re just jealous.”

He rolled his eyes.

“As if,” he says, lifting his shirt. Half of Steph cheers yay six pack! While the other half calmly tells them that it’s nothing new and she can go look at her Shirtless Tim folder later.

Tim points out a long puckered scar. “Poison Ivy gave me that when I got too close to one of her “babies”.

Steph can practically feel the tension between them melting away.

She rolled her eyes. “That little thing? Please. I got this,” she says pointing out the jagged scar on her thigh.

“I got this from breaking up a gang fight.”

He rolled up his sleeve.

“Got this from fending off a hallucinating Batman.

"Bullet wound.”

“Knife wound from Joker.”

“Penguin got overexcited with the katana he found.

"Shrapnel after Harley decided blowing things up was fun.”

She stands up, pushing her hair to the side to reveal the jagged scar stretching across her neck.

“I got this in that encounter with Black Mask. Really makes it hard to wear my hair up…” She stops talking when she’s aware of his presence right behind her.

A tender hand carefully brushes a few excess tendrils of hair aside, and her body tingled from the feather-light touch.

A hand trails across the scar on the back of her neck, tracing it’s shape, and the previous carefree air was casted away.

Steph stopped breathing when she felt a gentle kiss pressed against her scar, over and over again until he covers the entire scar. By the time he’s done, she’s completely tense, jaw clenched shut, nails digging into her palms.

“I know I’ve messed up, but do you think we can, you know…” Tim trails off, stepping away. “Can we… try again?”

Stephanie only allowed herself a second to think before turning around and draping her arms around him.

“Depends. Have you got a scar that beats mine?

As it turns out, he did.