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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.

Through the Eyes of a Child

I’m really proud of this one, it’s rather long, and I really like the concept, the idea, of Steph as an assassin.

In which Stephanie Brown is an assassin for Lady Shiva.

Stephanie Brown is eight, and she is completely and utterly terrified. Her shoulder hurts, and there are gunshots and loud bangs and screams and thuds and unknown voices yelling. The voices are cold, hard, and send shivers down her back.

They’re accusing her father of something, and she doesn’t need to be a genius to know her dad must have ticked off the wrong people again. This was Gotham and her dad was a wannabe, a second rate criminal. This was bound to happen.

She just didn’t expect it to be now.

Another round of shots ring out.

One. Two. Three.

A scream, a thud, and footsteps. Then her bedroom door rips open and the foreign people seize her and take her far far away from home.

Stephanie Brown is nine, and life in the assassin compound is very different. She learned to use knives on meat, vegetables, fruit, and bodies. She learned to blend in, to hide in shadows, to hide in plain sight, to hide her emotions, to lie, to interrogate, to smile as to reassure someone before killing them.

She learns different ways to kill someone, five different ways to break someone’s arm, poisons and antidotes, different languages, getting out of bonds, and Orchid, the Amethyst Killer, becomes a household name.

(Kills:3)

Stephanie Brown is ten and she’s fighting and she’s angry and how dare they? Guards at her compound have rebelled, and she was called in, given orders to take them down.

The league had taken them in when no one else wanted them, trained them, and this is how the guards thank them?

Oh the guards, they laugh, how they laugh at first. They weren’t laughing when she slit all of their throats, admiring the way her new knife cut through them like butter.

(Kills: 50)

Stephanie Brown is eleven and she loves the thrill. The thrill of breaking the rules and jumping and twirling in the air, from rooftop to rooftop. The exhilaration of the chase, of almost getting caught.

Maybe it was wrong, but Stephanie loved it all.

(Kills:146)

Stephanie is twelve and by now everyone in and out of her compound knows her name. Everyone wants her, everyone vies for her as their own apprentice. To be in their own court. Ra’s, Talia, Lady Shiva, Deathstroke.

She chooses Lady Shiva of course, for she is the best and Stephanie only chooses the best.

(Kills:267)

Stephanie Brown is thirteen and she is home. Not home with her bullet ridden father and her drug overdosing mother, but home in the streets of Gotham. Someone had call for Mathias Black to be killed, and Stephanie aims to please.

And when she aims and when she’s about to shoot a batarang stop her. She is furious yes, but delighted too. Not only does she get to kill, she gets to play with the Batman’s new Robin. What a good night this was shaping up to be.

So they dance and he fights and she thinks this is all child’s play. And he thinks he’s in control but really Orchid is just playing him, manipulating him into position.

And he’s good, but she’s better. She finally moves him into place and she shoots and he dodges of course. But she didn’t miss. Oh no of course not. To miss would suggest that she missed her target but nope, that would never happen. She grins triumphantly and gestures for him to turn around and look at what she’s done. He didn’t want to at first, but Stephanie doesn’t give him a choice.

She forces him to turn around, to see her success, to see Mathias Black dead with a bullet in his chest. Because she’s not like the others. She doesn’t lose track of a goal just to go and beat a bat. Robin was never her target. She smirks and when he turns around, she’s gone.

(Kills:322)

Stephanie Brown is fourteen and she’s back in Gotham. Lady Shiva seems to be enjoying the way that Stephanie toys with Robin, dangling victory in front of his nose only to sweep the carpet out from under him. This time her orders are simple. Learn more about the current Boy Wonder.

So she prepares for her job, studying all know information about Robin to find patterns, to learn about his style, to learn about him. Soon she find one that goes with her own path and she climbs out the window to start hunting.

After killing a few people out of the many Lady Shiva has tasked her with, he finally graces her with his appearance. And as they dance again, she wonders if she should have been in Talia’s court instead, so it could be said like master like apprentice. Because eventually, she and Robin will end up like Batman and Talia, dancing on opposite sides. But she will be more successful, and Robin will be like putty in her hands when this is over.

(Kills:401)

Stephanie Brown is fifteen and is widely known as Lady Shiva’s favorite. No one dares to mess with her, partly of her own reputation and partly due to fear of the commonly known deadly female assassin whom she’s apprenticed to.

And the Shiva’s temper is fierce when her prized gem is harmed.

(Kills: 511)

Stephanie Brown is sixteen and she has now spent half of her life as an assassin.

Her Robin has disappeared and female replacement runs along instead with her flaming red hair. Stephanie is disappointed of course, for she had enjoyed their dances, enjoyed toying with him, looked forward to visiting him.

Stephanie Brown is disappointed, and very much in love.

(Kills: 620) 

Stephanie Brown is sixteen and her Robin is back as the Red Robin. The Batman is dead, the Son of the Bat running around as Robin now with the first Robin as Batman. Talia is very disappointed, and so is Stephanie.

Red Robin just wasn’t fun anymore, and their dances just weren’t the same. She tried them out before turning away and leaving their dances in disgust.

Leaving Tim in disgust.

(Kills: 758)

Stephanie Brown is seventeen and she has made her move on Red Robin. They were having one of their dissatisfying dances where she considered actually showing him what she was made of before he spoke to her.

And he made her so aggravated, so very aggravated that Stephanie did something she has never before. She lost her control and before Stephanie knew what she was doing, she pulled Red Robin in a heated kiss.

He hadn’t immediately responded, but when he did it was as if they were trying to kill each other. Their tongues were their weapons, and their determination to win were their shields.

It takes her a couple moments to realize that her back is pressing up against the wall in the alley way and how did they get into the alleyway? Weren’t they on the roof two minutes ago?

And they break apart and suddenly he’s kissing her again except it’s softer this time and nice and leaves tingles everywhere

And when they finally leave she just can’t wait to tell Lady Shiva about this one

(Kills: 906).

Stephanie Brown is eighteen and she’s now officially a legal adult and she is so very content as she stabs her knife down into a new milestone.

(Kills: 1,000)

Boy Wonder, Boy Blunder

So here’s a little fic for Tim’s birthday! 

It’s a bit rushed and I apologize for that.

When Tim got out of bed that morning, there had been a little buzz in his head that something special about today. He brushed it off and headed for the bathroom. Throughout the day, that uneasy feeling stayed with him even as he tried getting some headway onto all the stupid papers he had to look through for Wayne Industries. Briefly he wondered why he brought that kind of torture down on himself. 

 Not to mention there was a suspicious lack of Batfamily civilian activity. He hasn’t seen Bruce or Alfred all day, there were no overly cheery texts on his phone from Dick pestering him to remember to eat, no missing calls from Barbara, no tapping on the window from Cass, and Damian… Well Tim would rather not see Damian. 

 There was also nothing from two distinctive people in the Batfamily who don’t talk to him any day, much less then today. Jason, who never liked him and… Steph. He didn’t know if Steph even knew it was his birthday, but she most certainly knew he was alive, and was doing an amazing job at avoiding him. Somehow, she had wiggled out of all partnerships that Batman set up, training pairings with him that Barbara and Dick set up, and false emergencies that Cass set up to get them talking. 

 But he pushed all of that out of his mind as he headed to the place where he stored his Red Robin ensemble. Tim couldn’t risk being distracted while patrolling, that was dangerous. It was still early, sun wasn’t even down but Tim decided to get an early start, being bored out of his mind. 

 Five minutes in, Barbara radioed in telling Tim to get his butt over to the Batcave now. He had argued, but after a couple of not so subtle threats from Dick, several mentions of black mail materiel by Barbara, and teasing mentions that Steph would be there from Cass. In the end, he caved, and found himself staring at a surprise party with his family. Everyone was there, even Jason, although he looked a bit disgruntled. Damian even offered a tense Happy Birthday. That alone was enough to make his day.

 But a definite highlight of that birthday was Stephanie popping a birthday hat onto his head and pointed to the mistletoe above him that most certainly wasn’t there before, (he blamed Cass, she’s been trying to get them together again for a while now) lightly pecking his lips. His face turned to an unflattering shade of red and she laughed as she pulled away, and whispered into his ear.

 "Happy Birthday Boy Wonder.“

headed straight for the castle (they want to make me their queen)

Not sure how much I like the ending. Steph might be a bit OOC. I don’t feel like it’s enough Timsteph but oh well. Might write a sequel to this.

Stephanie Brown had no idea how (why) she was Chosen.

It was time for the annual Gathering, as the third Prince of Gotham reached the age to be married. Already, his older brothers have found their chosen loved one, Prince Richard with the clever Barbara Gordon of the Second Class, and Prince Jason with the shy Cassandra Cain of the Third Class.

The Gathering was a tradition for the royal family to search out and find a worthy bride from a pool of females offered up to him. The current King Bruce Wayne had found his match, the wily Selina Kyle of the Fourth Class using the Gathering, as had the king before him.

Now, it was Prince Timothy’s turn, and all the kingdom’s fair ladies in his age range have been called in to fill out a survey as well as take a picture at the local shop set up near them for the Prince and his family to judge whether or not they will be taken to the castle and participate in the activities and festivities.

There will be fifty chosen out of hundreds, although in the end, only one will remain.

Stephanie had been one of the girls who went for the survey and picture, albeit not with much hope. What prince would want a dirt poor low ranking citizen such as herself among the high and mighty not to mention beautiful girls of the upper class?

So, it was to her shock that she had been chosen, and soon she was whooshed off into the Promised Land, the castle where she had met the ever so charming Princes, and then Prince Timothy himself.

It was a rough few months, as girls battled it out for the Third Prince’s heart, and she stayed out of it all. Tam Fox of the First Class could have him. For she knew, herself, Stephanie Brown of Fifth Class has no chance of winning his affection.

Instead, she spent her time immersing herself in the castle library, reading up about medical treatment. There weren’t libraries like this back home, and she chose to make the most of her time learning all she could about her desired occupation.

It was unheard of a Fifth Class becoming a healer, but Stephanie was determined to become the first. Her child would not live as she had, in rags and an addicted mother. Her child will not live in poverty with out her father to support it, with out having to go out on the streets and find any job she could to support herself and her drug induced mother.

And so she studied and took notes, all the while wondering why she was still there, until one day the Prince approached her, with his own set of books, and silently read with her.

That’s how Stephanie Brown met, and bonded with the Third Prince.

She sat at her chair reading, and watched curiously as weeks past and more and more girls were dropped, yet she stayed, until it was just her, Tam Fox, and Cassandra Sandsmark, also of First Class. Cassandra was the younger sister of one of the King’s closest friends. Tam Fox was the daughter of one of the King’s trusted advisers.

Out of the three, she was the only one whom didn’t have a connection to the royal class.

Tam Fox was favored by the public, Cassandra Sandsmark by the King’s friends, and Stephanie by the royal family themselves.

Steph hit it off with Cassandra Cain, adored learning from Barbara, and spent much time debating with Queen Selina, who had been from a lower class such as herself.

Richard and her got along splendidly, both cheerful in nature. Steph bonded quickly with Jason, the most empathetic on the lower class’ struggles. Even Damian, the youngest, most arrogant, and grouchiest of the King’s children seemed to tolerate her.

She continued to have her “dates” with Tim, although they had slowly but definitely started bonding and branching out to the more personal topics, and then Stephanie fell in love.

She adored having conversations about medicines and famous healers with him, she loved his shy and dorky nature, and she enjoyed how thoughtful and attentive he was. He gave her the perfect gifts, not the expensive ones, and always knew how to cheer her up, cheer her on.

But the deadline was growing closer, and Steph knew her time was short. With everyone growing antsy, the Prince will have to make his decision soon. And she held no doubt in her mind that it will not be her. Tam was the best choice, regal already, and clearly can handle all the duties of a princess fittingly.

Cassandra was too rash, too impulsive, too pigheaded, too free spirited to ever sit down and be dulled by how a princess needs to be “quiet and listen to the prince”. The only reason she even made it this far was because the Prince liked her attitude.

Steph, well Steph didn’t really know much on how to act royally, how to be regal. And the prince doesn’t seem to really like her more than a friend.

So she guessed she would be seeing her mother again.

“Tim? What are you doing here?” Tim in her room. Tim standing in front of her. In the dark. Close to night. Alone. Two of them. Her room.

He locked the doors.

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?”

Failed Infiltration

Hint, I may have already written part 2, 3,4,5 and 6 to this and I MIGHT post them, but hey who knows.

So I love y'all and I wish you all a happy day and if it’s your birthday today happy birthday (Demi Lovato I’m looking at you) and I hope you enjoy!)

Stephanie Brown examined her new partner in interest. Tall, strong, and very broody, glaring at everyone and everything. This was the one the League of Assassins assigned as her partner?

His fashion sense was horrible, and his cowl looked utterly ridiculous. What did Ra’s even see in him?

Her costume is more tasteful, with dark purple, and a full face mask. Purple contacts covered her usual blue eyes, and her hood on her cloak was up. Definitely more fashionable than Mr. Dark and Broody over there.

However, she couldn’t deny that he had more toys and was well trained, evident from the way he moved.

“So whatcha call yourself?” She said casually, as to not provoke him anymore than she already has. Early she poked fun at his costume and was pinned with a glare that would’ve made a lesser whimper. But Stephanie was no lesser, and the glare was nothing more than a passing itch. Still, it wouldn’t be productive for there to be hostilities between them on their first mission.

“Red Robin.” He said shortly.

“He talks!” She announced dramatically. “Hey, wait isn’t there a little urchin running around in Gotham dressed in traffic light colors calling himself Robin?”

“Shouldn’t you be less talkative?” He seemed tense at all the questions.

“And word on the street is,” she continues,“the urchin is the Lady’s son.” By now Red Robin is definitely annoyed, trying to glare daggers into her. So much for not pissing him off.

“And who are you?” He says, sounding quite emotionless despite his obvious agitation. She was impressed. It was not easy to accomplish such an emotionless voice, especially when one is angry.

“Orchid.”

“The Amethyst Killer?” He asked. She watched him shift and examine her with a new interest. “Shiva’s favorite and most prized apprentice?” Stephanie nodded.

“I expected you to be… More professional.” Her head snapped over. Did he just accuse her of being unprofessional? How dare he insult her in such a way? This time, it was Orchid’s turn to glare coldly onto him.

“At least I don’t look like I have a condom head.” She snapped before mentally gasping. How could she lose her cool?

Orchid took her eyes off Red Robin, and suddenly leapt forward as their targets appeared.

They could bond later, right now she had a job to do. Young Justice was not going to mess with the Light’s meeting. Not this time. Not with her around.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Two Peas in a Pod

A year of Bricktotheface, a year of this blog. Thank you to everyone who have read, and hopefully enjoyed, my stories. This is the second medieval au that none of you asked for. 

War had weathered all of them, Tim noticed. A war with another country was bad. A war within your own country was worse.

But that’s what’s happening in the kingdom of Gotham, as the insane stood themselves up and informed the royals they intended to rule.

He watched King Bruce bear it out for a while, before finally conceding to Richard’s pleas on asking for assistance.

He reached out to the sister kingdom Bludhaven, to the twin queens Dinah and Barbara. Negotiations for an alliance were to begin.

Tim will admit, Bludhaven was a smart tactical choice. They had an infamous, elusive group of independent elite soldiers, as well as multiple connections. Queen Dinah herself was betrothed to King Oliver of the Starling Kingdom, and the soldiers were a force to be reckoned with, part of the royal family themselves. Their army was astounding too. They didn’t tell him much, only that the alliance was going to come in the form of a betrothal.

He saw Richard’s worried eyes and panicked. Bruce wouldn’t marry his heir out would he? Not when he promised them all a chance for true love that he had received himself.

Tim worried as the date that one of the soldiers would arrive came closer and closer…

Until the day came.

“Knight Brown requests entry to negotiate alliances between the kingdom of Bludhaven and the sister Gotham,” A herald announced, nervousness shown as he is face to face with the royal family of the dark Kingdom.

“Send him in.” Bruce commanded.

“But Your Majesty-”

“Send him in.”

Richard sends a look toward Bruce, a reminder to be kind, and Jason stops lounging, sitting straight up. Tim too, was curious as too what the knight looked like.

They were stunned when the a blonde in dark armor walks in, purple accents showing her rank. Not him. Her.

Jason’s eyes are bugging out, Richard’s eyebrows raised, and Bruce’s lips thinned. Tim just stares.

She was beautiful.

The woman drops into a graceful curtesy. Tim wonders if an angel from Heaven itself has decided to come down and greet them. Bruce dips his head in greeting, and they all get up, bowing to the princessknightsoldier representative from Bludhaven. He can see Bruce’s disapproval all through the polite negotiations and finds himself shocked. The knight was perfect, how dare he disapprove. Tim barely pays attention, eyes lingering on the woman as she talks, barely keeping a straight face when she flashes a smile at him.

She was radiant.

Tim wonders if she would be the one for him. He resolved to do his best to get to know her, have her get to know him.

She smiles a lot. Her face lights up when she smiles. She’s delightful. She makes funny remarks. She’s everything they hoped for. She’s everything they needed. She’s everything they wanted.

She’s absolutely amazing.

He kisses her hand softly when they’re introduced. He straightens up-

And forgets where he was. Her eyes, they were stunning, sparkling, amazing. Right there and then, he decides to court her.

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.

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.”

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.”

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.

Focus

Tim stares across the room at the laughing blonde, breath stolen. 

He can’t believe they’re here, they’re alive, they’re okay. 

He steals another glance towards Stephanie, who tosses her hair over her shoulders, and swears he can feel the age old butterflies that have always come when he’s around Steph. It’s just the charm of a childhood love story.

She turns and flashes a smile at him, and Tim swears the world stopped moving. 

Damian tells him the look on his face was disgustingly besotted, but that someone lowly like Brown and Drake would work out perfectly. Tim tells him to piss off. 

Tim wants to walk over to her and feel her warmth, envelop himself into her arms, breathe in her scent. But he can’t. 

After all, they did agree on the whole “just friends” ordeal. It’s what Stephanie wanted, and he’ll bow down to her wishes until she changes her mind.

Standing by the door, she nearly glowed, calling everyone’s attention onto her. How did she do it? How did she keep that sunny personality, become the light to the end of the tunnel? 

Jason tells him to stop looking at her like she’s the one who hung the moon and sun up in the sky (she did though).  

Tim also tells him to piss off.   

Yet still, he can’t turn away. He watches as she turns to him, face flashing with that determination he loves so much. She advances towards him, so confident, so sure of herself. 

“Screw this,” she says, looking at him. “Just friends are for losers." 

Steph reaches out and pulls him close to her and Tim is complete.

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.

Under His Nose

It’s a completely normal day when Tim finally realized it. He had woken up like normal, brushed his teeth and got dressed. He drank the coffee that Stephanie made for him and listens to her endearing reminders to remember to lift his head up and remember to eat.

She’s out the door and he feels strangely lonely. His coffee no longer holds any appeal for him. He’s bored beyond belief without her.

Sighing, he pushes away from his table and starts to walk out and–

Wait.

He blinks.

One.

Two.

Three.

Since when did Tim own a waffle iron? Especially a purple one that still has a scratch on it from when Stephanie hit a burglar with it?

Tim looked around his kitchen, and notes with horror that he does not remember owning over half of the kitchen appliances in there. In fact, at least half of his kitchen is now purple.

Eggplant, his mind supplies helpfully.

In fact, Tim distantly remembers Stephanie doing her homework on the counter while eating cookies.

He blinks again.

Did Steph move in to the second greatest detective’s home right under his nose?

He cursed.

No. Freaking. Way.

Except, that’s the only way to explain the second toothbrush and cup in his bathroom. That’s the only way to explain the worn cartoon towels that have entered in towel closet, a contrast from the plain white towels he favors. That’s the only way to explain how a frozen waffles and popsicles have entered his fridge. That’s the only way to explain why only half the stuff in his closet is his own because he doesn’t remember owning dresses or shoes or–

Oh wait.

Yeah, thats the dress that Dick accidentally bought for him, his mind only registering on the robin red part and not the floor length gown part. And those are the heels that Cass had left in his house after a party and never came to retrieve them. And those are the necklaces his mother once owned.

Phew. Okay. So she hasn’t completely moved it in while he was unaware.

Except.

Tim has more than one closet.

Resisting the urge to hit his head on the door, Tim opens up the door to what’s supposed to be his closet. He’s resigned, he already knows what he’s going to see and yep. There it is.

There’s the tattered red hoodie she could never bear to part with. There’s the black leggings she always wears because they’re comfortable. There’s the purple dress she wore when they saved Leslie. There’s the row of heels and sneakers and flats all lined up. There’s the diamond necklace he got her on a trip to France.

Tim has no idea how he did not notice Steph move in. Some detective he was.

He resolves to immediately speak with her about her living arrangements because under no circumstances was she to move in without his permission-

There’s a sinking feeling in his stomach when he remembers that oh right they share a bed.

And the suddenly Steph’s home and he automatically walks over to greet her and she beams at him and he wraps his arm around her shoulder.

For a minute he wonders when this has become what’s familiar to him.

Then Steph leans up and he leans down and all his former thoughts drift away…

His eyes fly open.

Is that a hamster he sees in the corner of his living room?