TimSteph Babysitting Fluff? :3 Dick Leaves Little Mar'i With Tim "just For Five Minutes!" (he's Gone

TimSteph babysitting fluff? :3 Dick leaves little Mar'i with Tim "just for five minutes!" (he's gone for over an hour) Tim doesn't know what to do, Steph shows up and they babysit together

Tim had no idea what was going on. All he knew was that he was going to die.

Here’s how it starts: 

“Timmy, can you watch over Mar'i for me? Just for five minutes? Thanks!“ 

And then Dick is off and Tim has a wiggling toddler in his hands for five minutes (and hour.) 

Did Tim act like a good babysitter and play with the baby? 

Absolutely not. 

Tim did the first thing that came to his mind. 

He called Steph on the line reserved for emergencies only.

What? This counted as an emergency. 

"What happened?” Steph’s urgent voice answered, “Is it the Joker? I’ll suit up and meet you at the manor.” And then Steph was off and Tim didn’t even have time to tell her not to suit up.

“Never fear!” Steph shouts from the doorway and Tim feels the weight of the world lifting off his shoulders, “Stephanie is here!” She runs in and Tim turns around to pull her in for a kiss. 

Steph will make everything better. “So…” Steph says, looking around. He’s surprised that she doesn’t mention the baby. “What’s the emergency?" 

She arches up her eyebrow, and Tim feels his former panic slowly return. 

"Dick left me with Mar'i and I don’t know how to take care of children because I never got the experience and I’m not trained for this and Batman’s survival 101 never covered this-”

“Wait,” Steph said, cutting off Tim’s rambling, “Mar'i? Where?" 

Tim turns. 

"Right- oh crap.” Mar'i definitely was not at the spot she should’ve been. 

He turns mourning eyes onto Steph. 

“When I die everything is yours. There’s a map in my room with all the safe houses, and I got a stash of coffee under the loose floorboard-" 

"Aha! So that’s where you hid it,” Steph cheers triumphantly. “Jason owes me ten bucks, I knew you had a secret stash somewhere." 

"Steph!” What was supposed to sound reprimanding came out more as begging. 

“Alright Boyfriend Wonder, let’s go look for a flying baby." 

She makes it sound so easy. 

"I still can’t believe you called me on the emergency line just for me to babysit.” Steph says later as they’re cuddling on the couch watching cartoons with Mar'i.

Mar'i, as it turns out, went to “Unca’ Jay’s room” to play. Tim still feels the effects of the heart attack he nearly got when they walked in to see her holding one of his guns. 

Steph had been a complete natural, coaxing Mar'i out with ice cream and tv, immediately becoming Mar'i’s “fav'o'ite” auntie. (Tim did not wonder what Steph would look like with one of their own kids.) 

“Hey! I’m back!” Mar'i, upon hearing her dad’s voice, shot up, grabbed Steph and booked it down the hallway.

“Did she give you much trouble?” Dick asked, tickling Mar'i. 

Tim exchanged a look with Stephanie. 

“We handled it.”

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 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.

Aquaman (No, Never)

2009

“What are you going to do for Halloween?” Steph mused as she leaned back on the roof, glancing over towards the boy sitting next to her.

“Too much work. No time for trick or treating, Gotham will blow up that day.” Steph’s jaw dropped.

“Skipping free candy? Are you crazy? Do you not know the amount of people who will be dressing up as a super villain? As you? Come on, you gotta.”

Robin just shook his head.

Steph just rolled her eyes and continued, ignoring the previous comments. “You should go as Superman! Or maybe Green Lantern!”

A mischievous sparkle suddenly entered her eye.

“Or,” her voice drops and Tim glances at her. “Aquaman.”

Tim starts laughing, and she feels a hot glow of warmth inside her.

That day, Steph had promised herself that she will get to see him in an Aquaman costume.

2010

Steph swings over to the window of the Drake house proudly, excited to show Tim her newest achievement. She couldn’t believe Batman actually agreed to letting her become Robin! It was the best Halloween costume ever.

She knocks on the window, and the shape on the bed rolls over, eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

“Steph?” He hisses, opening the window. “What are you doing in that costume?”

Something is wrong. His tone isn’t right. Why wasn’t he proud of her? Why wasn’t he celebrating with her? It was a huge step forward, that Batman actually trusted her, enough to be Robin!

“I’m Robin now! Aren’t you proud of me?” His eyes harden, and Steph knew she said the wrong thing.

“You’re only going to get yourself killed.” He snaps, and slams the window back down.

Heavy-heartedly, she turns away and slowly trudges home.

2011

Steph rolled over on her bed in Africa and sighs. No, today she will not dress up. The costume will only succeed in ruining her good progress.

She looks again at the picture of her and Tim, before shifting her blankets, and tries to sleep.

2012

Steph jumps from roof to roof, laughing exhilaratingly. This was so much better than candy. She can almost see why Tim had wanted to skip trick or treating for this.

“Hey.” And speak of the devil.

“Hey.” She stopped, eyes moving through the shadows until she found him.

It had been awkward between them. They had come to some kind of agreement over the past few months, but things were still shaky. They didn’t know how to act around each other anymore.

“So I guess I can’t convince you to wear an Aquaman costume, can I?” She said finally.

“No, never.” He says, and they laugh.

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?”

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.”