Damian Wayne Is Matchmaker Lol - Tumblr Posts
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.