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Give Me a P (E-T-T-Y)

(Aka part two of Stephanie Brown and Her Adventurous Adventures of Sass)

Stephanie Brown would like to take this moment to say she is not a petty person at all. She took all things with maturity, so when Damian Wayne commented on her chest one too many times, she did not slap him.

She dumped a layer of itching powder onto the suit he had to wear for the Wayne Gala.

Definitely not childish.

“Is it covered to filth?” She whispers over at Cassandra, whose disguising skills far outpaced her own.

Cassandra only nodded, absentmindedly rubbing more on.

Steph bit back a grin.

Boy, she was so forcing Tim to take her to that gala.

As it turned out, she didn’t even need to force Tim, the sweet little boy already asked her, dress, flowers, and all.

…in her dreams.

He had just grunted at her when she informed him she was coming.

Chivalry was clearly still alive and kicking.

Man really brings her back to her prom.

The prom she never went to, but that’s not the point.

He was even kind enough to let her borrow (steal) his card.

And if her dress was just a tad bit unrealistically expensive, well that’s just because she really like the dress. Not at all because he ticked her off.

And if she accidentally spread some false rumors about him, it was only accidental.

Stephanie bit back laughter as she watched Damian stand ramrod straight, his nails digging into his palms.

Her gala expedition was going quite well actually, she’s been behaving herself. This time, she’s only ticked off three-fourths of the room.

Okay so perhaps if was a little more.

Like three and a half-fourths or something.

Maybe she was taking too much pleasure in this.

“Oh my god,” Dick whispered horrified next to her, shoulders shaking. “What is he doing?”

Nah.

Stephanie had to lift her glass to hide her laughter from seeing an intoxicated man ran around in his date’s heels.

“Steeeeeeph” She turns to see Tim making a (crooked) beeline for her.

Wow. She had no idea her boyfriend had that much to drink.

“Heeeeeeey Steeeeeeph,” he slurs, slumping onto her.

Alright so maybe she spiked his drink.

But only a little bit! How was she supposed to know he was lightweight?

“Hi, sweetie. Had a little too much to drink?”

“There’s a unicorn over there… It’s fur looks so soft… I wanna pet it… Come back!”

Like any good girlfriend, she dragged him back home, tucked him in, and cuddled up next to him.

But not before she documented everything on Snapchat.

God she loved these things. Why did Bruce hate them so much?

“Stephanie?” Tim’s groggy morning voice wrapped itself around her.

God she loved that voice. She loved that voice, she loved the boy, and she loved the ridiculous bedhead that she was busy taking pictures of and sending to Jason.

“Stephanie.” He starts pulling off the covers, and she squeaked, running off.

She’s faster, but he knows the layout better, and he’s quickly on her heels.

Stephanie squeals when she feels arms wrap around her, fingers scrambling to remove the muscled arms around her.

So maybe she didn’t put as much effort into it as possible.

Tim buries his head into her shoulder and sleepily kisses her neck.

“Got you.”