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Blonde

Hello! I’m rather new here, and this was really just a drabble I had lying around…

It’s not really good, there probably will be errors, but I just wanted to post this. It’s a Timsteph AU were Tim and Steph haven’t met yet, and will meet as Red Robin and Batgirl. I would admit the ending was very rushed. I will be making some kind of sequel where they actually meet though.

Part 2 

Tim Drake has heard of her. Oh of course he had. He didn’t know anyone who hasn’t heard of the new blond Batgirl. Not much was known about her really. Only that she was new and she was good.

There was, of course, her brief stint as Spoiler, spoiling all of her father’s plans, but she soon disappeared and everyone thought her dead.

Then Batgirl appeared and there were no connections drawn, except by him. But that’s natural. After all, Tim Drake was, is nothing if not perceptive.

And he looked forward to finally seeing her on the streets as he patrolled, so he can finally get a judge of her character.

After all, her performance as Spoiler has left much to be desired, driven by rage and revenge and basically no skills what so whatever. However, Oracle has told him that the Birds of Prey has helped train her, and she was much, much better now. And he trusted Barbara’s judgement.

So as he patrolled the streets of Gotham, he kept an eye out for the blond female bat.

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.

Dyed at the Stalk

In which Tim is a smooth boy for once and it turns into a traditon.

“So tell me, what kind of flower did he give you yesterday?” Stephanie leaned back against the counter, smiling. 

 "A blue phalaenopsis orchid. Apparently it matches my eyes.“ She heard her friend giggle. 

 Stephanie works part time at her aunt’s floral shop and things had been pretty dull. The smell of all the flowers were too sickeningly sweet smelling, the costumers far too picky, and she had to learn how to tell flowers apart by glance, so she is prepared for any question. 

 One day, she had been opening up the store when an utterly gorgeous blue eyed guy walked in. He wandered around a bit, and Stephanie set to start playing her favorite game. Guess what each costumer wanted when they walked in. For blue eyed hottie, she guessed girlfriend. There was no way some one as attractive as him would not have a girlfriend. 

 The boy, she found out, was incredibly polite with her. He never tried to “get some” with her as other obnoxious guys have, nor did he snap at her. That only rectified her earlier statement. Charming and hot? There was no way he wasn’t snapped up by girls. 

 The hottie seemed to have made his decision, picked out a single flower, and walked it up to her. He silently payed for the flower, and to her surprise, reached across the counter and tucked it behind her ear. Her cheeks flushed, and the hottie smirked before walking out. 

Everyday since, he’s been walking in and buying a flower for her. They never exchanged words, and she still doesn’t know his name, yet she feels a connection to him. 

 A smile played onto her lips as she hung up the phone. It was almost time for him to come, and start the routine all over again.

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.

Sweet Like Poison

They shouldn’t be doing this.

He should go.

She wasn’t good for him.

This shouldn’t be happening.

And yet, why did he want to stay so badly?

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Tim whispers, breaking away from the kiss.

“We shouldn’t.” She agrees.

“I should go,” Tim murmured, pressing his forehead against her- Steph’s head.

“You should,” she whispers, wrapping her arms around him.

They pause before Tim says a big ‘fuck you’ to reason and leans back down, connecting their lips.

“The battle has already been lost,” he mutters, catching her lower lip and soaking in the laughter that comes out.

Maybe Batman wouldn’t approve. Maybe she was one of the most notorious villains. Maybe he was one of the most notorious heroes. Maybe he should be trying to turn her in to the police.

Batman would’ve. But he’s not Batman.

Tim couldn’t bring himself to care at treasured moments like this, when there was no one else but the two of them.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he says as he caresses the curve of her hip, feeling the fine muscle underneath the skin.

People look at her with fear, horror at seeing one of the most dangerous assassins, who smiles and laughs as she slits someone’s throat.

People look at him with hope and reverence, adoration shining through as he stops plot after plot, villain after villain.

Yet he looks at her and can only see Steph.

“I wish this moment would never end, I wish we could stay like this forever,” she whispers, pressing promises into his neck.

Tim can only see the way her hair forms a halo around her when she falls on the bed. Tim can only see the way her eyes shine when she laughs. Tim can only see the way she smiles at him, sending tingles throughout his body.

“You’re thinking too much, boy wonder,” She murmurs, running her hands through his hair.

“Then give me something else to think of,” he replies, watching her blue eyes flash at the challenge.

Tim can only hear the way she had whispered his name in their times alone. Tim can only hear the way she had been apologizing for hours after accidentally hitting him with a brick. Tim can only hear the way her voice curves and wraps around him when he wakes up, shaking from the terrors conjured by his mind.

“I love you,” she says, pressing them together, eyes reflecting the statement.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

His heart repeats those words until they’re engraved onto him.

“I love you too.”

Day was Timothy Wayne and Stephanie Brown’s. Night was Red Robin and Spoiler’s.

Dawn was Tim and Steph’s.

Waltz of Love

I was requested by @accio-fist to write about Stephanie dancing and Tim walking in on it.

Merry Christmas and I hope this lives up to your expectations!

Stephanie first sees it when she’s refining stealth techniques with Damian in the Wayne Manor (read: playing Hide and Seek). She’s in an obscure closet when she sees it, tucked away in the corner.

She wondered if it still worked.

But then Damian barges in and she has to leave it alone.

When she does get to come back, she immediately grabs it and finds the nearest empty room, setting it down. She carefully inserts a record, placing the needle on top of it.

The vinyl starts playing, and Stephanie can feel the music as it washes over her, beckoning her to dance.

And dance she does.

Stephanie doesn’t follow any set pattern, just moves with the beat. She flows with the soft and slow music, leaps with the loud and eccentric songs, and loses herself in the lyrics and rhythm.

Tim has no idea why there’s music coming from one of the older wings of the Manor, but he can’t help but try to seek out its source.

He stops in front of a door he remembers vaguely from his childhood, back when he was curious and tried to map out the entire manor.

Tim carefully opens the door and peeks his head in, expecting to see Cass or Dick or even Jason.

He did not expect to see Steph.

Tim watches with wide eyes as Stephanie dances, body gracefully twisting and turning as she moves, hair swirling around her like a halo.

When could Steph dance?

Tim’s eyes follow her legs as she twirls, one leg flung up as a guitar riff plays in the background. She’s wild and graceful, frenzied and dainty, and so beautiful.

Tim doesn’t know what comes over him but before he can stop himself, his legs carry him to her, hands slipping gently around her waist.

He feels her stiffen before turning around, and they face each other as the music transitions into a slower tune.

Steph places her hands on his shoulders, he wraps his around her waist, and they dance, entrapped in their own world.

They move as one, twirling around the room, stepping in unison. He loves the feeling of her waist under his hands, feeling her muscles flex under his fingertips. He loves looking into her eyes, seeing the peacefulness and concentration shining there. He loves every piece of her, head to toe, as he gently twirls her. Looking at her in front of him, he can’t help but think that he never wants the moment to end.

When the music starts to fade out, he thinks it only feels right to press his lips against hers, bodies melding together as the euphoria fades.

Seven Things About Timsteph

Stephanie Brown has seven stuffed animals from Tim Drake.

"Here," he said, thrusting the small furry object onto her lap. "I saw this and thought of you." 

 Tim Drake has seven ties from Stephanie Brown. 

 "You don't have enough style," she says bluntly. "Thankfully, you have me to fix that for you, and you will forever banish those horrid things you call ties from your closet." 

 Stephanie has six lipsticks from Tim. 

 "See, I saw this one and I knew you had to have it. It's purple too!" Tim says to her (she doesn’t even like purple lipstick). Somehow those become her favorites; it may or may not have to do with the way Tim's face lights up when he sees her wearing them. 

 Tim has six keychains from Stephanie. 

 Tim's been to every single place that Steph got the keychains from. Still, there's something special about the way she eagerly watches his reaction as she gives them to him. 

Stephanie has five 90s on her classes to thank Tim. 

 "After that, you move 16 over here, then you divide by 36, and you get x," He says, concentrating on her homework. Stephanie can't help but think he looks like a work of art, her crappy lamp washing light across his face, showing off the contours of his face. 

Tim has four cuff-links from Stephanie. 

They're far from being the most elaborate or expensive cuff-links he owns but they're still some of his favorites, and he makes a point of wearing at least one once a week. 

 Stephanie got four hugs from Tim.

Each time, she felt the safest she could ever be, wrapped up in Tim's warm arms. She couldn't help but feel like she fits perfectly with him, her head fitting perfectly against the curve of his neck. 

 Stephanie gives him three kisses on the cheek. 

 Tim feels heat explode onto his face as Stephanie leans up and presses her lips carefully against his cheek. Jason decides to take a picture right there, and Tim keeps it hanging so that it's the first thing he sees when he wakes up. 

 Tim stitched Steph up three times.

"Chill out boy wonder, I'm not going to break," she grins, watching Tim hesitate for the third time. Still, she can't help but feel cherished as Tim carefully stitches her up, concentrating so hard his forehead creases. 

Tim saved Steph's life two times 

 "Breathe Steph," He whispers as she's choking on air. Tim tried to ignore the bruises on her neck. He's never wanted to kill anyone more than he's wanted to kill Cluemaster. 

 "Thank you," she whispers to him late at night, when they're TimStephRobinSpoilerBatgirlRedRobin. 

He hums and carefully resists the urge to kiss her right there, after being so close to losing her to a bullet. 

 Stephanie taught Tim two things.

"No, Tim!" She laughs, hitting his shoulder. "Move your pinkies here, on C, and let your fingers fill in this space in between!" She couldn't help but feel pride rise up in her as she watches him play his first scale. (And even more pride when he successfully plays Mary Had a Little Lamb) 

 They both have one secret. 

 "I love you," he whispers, watching her chest rise and fall as she sleeps peacefully.

 "I love you," she finally allows herself to say it aloud staring at a blank screen where Tim had just bade her good night.