
Kiana Khansmith

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Stephanie’s texts to Dick are pure chaos, annoyance and occasional heartfelt moments. Half the time, Dick is entertained; the other half, he regrets ever giving her his number.
“Hey do you think Batman ever gets FOMO when we do cool stuff without him?”
Dick: “Probably, but he won’t admit it.”
Steph: “Should we invite him to laser tag?”
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“DID YOU KNOW ARMADILLOS CAN GET LEPROSY???”
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“Would you rather fight Jason after he’s had a bad day, or Bruce after he’s had no sleep?”
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“If I stole the Batmobile and blamed Jason, would you cover for me?”
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“You, me, Cass, and Tim. Heist movie lineup. You’re absolutely the getaway driver. Cass is the muscle. I am obviously the wildcard. Tim is tech support and looks nervous in every shot.”
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“I feel like we don’t do enough stupid bonding activities. Let’s do a three-legged race but with grappling hooks.”
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“Is it a crime to steal Tim’s coffee and replace it with decaf?”
Dick: “…Do it and send me the reaction video.”
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“You ever just see Bruce and want to honk his nose?”
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“Hey I appreciate you. Just so you know.”
Dick: “Oh wow, an actual nice text from you? Who are you and what did you do with Steph?”
Steph: “Ugh, never mind.”
Dick: “No wait come back I appreciate you too!”
Stephanie’s texts to Cassandra are just as chaotic. Cass responds mostly with emojis, short texts or just silence.
“I saw a guy doing parkour and I think we should out-parkour him to assert dominance.”
“What if we just walked into the Batcave and started redecorating? Like, purple everything.”
“Do you think I could fight a goose and win?”
“I put googly eyes on all of Batman’s batarangs. DO NOT LET DAMIAN SEE FIRST. Shit. If I die, tell people I went out doing what I loved.”
“Cass. I just realized we have never tried to rob a bank as a joke. Hear me out—”
“Cass, I found a cat. I named it Batcat. It is currently in the Batmobile.”
“If we show up to a mission wearing matching outfits, do you think anyone will say anything?”
Stephanie is the queen of sending people the most unhinged texts at the worst possible times. Here are some I can 100% see her sending to Tim:
“Tim. Timothy. Timbo. Timtam. Timothyothee. Timinator. Answer me.”
“If I die, tell Batman he was like a father to me. And tell Dick he was like a really bad uncle.”
“If we were seahorses, would you let me impregnate you?”
“Would you still love me if I were a worm? Be honest.” Tim: “No.” Steph: “I knew it. Love is dead.”
ROMANTIC GESTURES: bold what applies to your muse. italicise what sometimes applies / where there is potential. bold and italicise what always applies and what your muse loves doing. strike down what your muse does not enjoy, can't offer or will never, ever occur (if applicable). feel free to add more to the list as you see fit or make notes on whatever you feel like expanding upon!
holding handsㅤ·ㅤholding onto arm / holding out armㅤ·ㅤbuying flowersㅤ·ㅤcookingㅤ·ㅤcuddlesㅤ·ㅤwriting a poem / song ㅤ·ㅤholding door openㅤ·ㅤtying shoe lacesㅤ·ㅤsharing a milkshake with two strawsㅤ·ㅤoffering their jacket when it's coldㅤ·ㅤkissing in the rainㅤ·ㅤpublicly confessing love ㅤ·ㅤlong walks at the beachㅤ·ㅤdoing the titanic pose on a boatㅤ·ㅤtaking cute pictures in a photoboothㅤ·ㅤ sharing a taxi / uberㅤ·ㅤkissing the back of their handㅤ·ㅤslow dancingㅤ·ㅤgetting tickets of their favourite artist / sports team / otherㅤ·ㅤintroducing them to their parents ㅤ·ㅤlighting candlesㅤ·ㅤflower petals on bedㅤ·ㅤlove lettersㅤ·ㅤstar gazingㅤ·ㅤbrushing / doing their hairㅤ·ㅤpicnicsㅤ·ㅤteaching them something while gently guiding their handsㅤ·ㅤcomplimentsㅤ·ㅤlate night drivesㅤ·ㅤtaking selfies togetherㅤ·ㅤdrawing them ㅤ·ㅤself-made giftsㅤ·ㅤmassagesㅤ·ㅤproposing with a family heirloom ring ㅤ·ㅤlending them their favourite book to readㅤ·ㅤpaying for dinner / coffeeㅤ·ㅤmixtapes / playlistsㅤ·ㅤsurprise birthday partiesㅤ·ㅤfeeding themㅤ·ㅤhanding them keys to their apartmentㅤ·ㅤmaking space in drawer for their clothes when they stay overㅤ·ㅤsharing a blanketㅤ·ㅤcouple costumesㅤ·ㅤtucking a hair strand behind their earㅤ·ㅤrunning after them at the airport / delaying them from leavingㅤ·ㅤmoving cities to be togetherㅤ·ㅤblowing a kissㅤ·ㅤbreakfast in bedㅤ·ㅤdefending them in a fight (verbally / physically)ㅤ·ㅤjoint bubble bathsㅤ·ㅤdropping the L-bomb ("i love you")ㅤ·ㅤdedicating a song at the karaoke bar to themㅤ·ㅤwearing their clothes ·ㅤyawning before putting an arm around them while watching a movieㅤ·ㅤgrant them the last bite (from meal)ㅤ·ㅤlonging, affectionate gazes - stroke their hair while they sleep - drive them aroundㅤ·ㅤsparring / play fighting - listen to them ramble about the things they're passionate about ·ㅤread to / with them
Stephanie blinked. Once. Twice. The moment she saw the steam rising from the shower, her whole face lit up.
“Oh my God, is it actually hot? Like, hot-hot?” she gasped, pushing past him to get closer. “Finally, some good fucking news.” She reached out, letting the water run over her fingers, practically vibrating with relief.
Stephanie was this close to throwing herself out the window.
Like, really. She was actively debating it.
Instead, she clenched her jaw and violently wrung out her shirt, hyper-focused on the water squeezing through her fingers. "I didn’t do anything!" she grumbled, trying to sound normal. “Your shitty plumbing attacked me—”
First, she woke up way too warm, pressed against Jason fucking Todd like some clingy, touch-starved idiot.
Then, instead of getting her shit together, she ran to the bathroom like a coward—and now she was drenched, her shirt is practically see-through, and Jason just had to come rushing in like some goddamn action hero, which meant—
Stephanie cut the thought off with another slow inhale. But something in her stomach twisted anyway. Because Jason—Jason Todd— who acted like he was unshakable, who could probably have anyone he wanted—was practically begging her to believe him.
Like he thought she’d be disgusted. Like the idea of her ever wanting him back was unthinkable. It wasn’t just that he hadn’t meant to do it.
And that realization hit like a gut punch.
Stephanie was malfunctioning.
Like, full-blown brain failure, error messages flashing, system shutting down. Because what the hell just happened?
She gawked. Eyes wide, mouth slightly open, brain absolutely short-circuiting because—
Her face felt like it was on fire. She wasn’t even looking anymore, but the image was burned into her brain, permanently seared into the back of her retinas.
And her first actual thought—beyond the screaming white noise in her head—was why the Lazarus Pit had given Jason that kind of stat buff.
And her second?
Oh my God, stop staring, Stephanie!
She slapped a hand over her own face, almost like that could manually reboot her brain, because Jesus Christ, this was so not what she signed up for when she decided to take care of his ass last night.
“Uh.” Her voice cracked. “So. That’s a thing that happened.”
Stephanie stirred as the soft light of dawn crept through the curtains, her brain sluggishly climbing out of sleep. Everything was warm—comfortable in a way she wasn’t used to. The mattress beneath her was firm, the blankets heavy but not suffocating, and—
Wait.
Something was… off.
Stephanie hesitated, her fingers curling into the fabric of her sleeve. Jason barely looked at her, and she should take that as her cue. That was her way out.
She wanted to stay. She wanted to shake him and tell him he was full of shit, that he wasn’t doomed to be alone, that he wasn’t some lost cause. That she wouldn’t leave, not unless he 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 her.
But she also wanted him to actually rest. To stop thinking for five goddamn seconds and let his body heal instead of running himself into the ground.
Stephanie hesitated, the words sitting heavy on her tongue. There was a moment where she thought about brushing it off with another joke, another jab to lighten the weight of the conversation.
But Jason was staring at the floor, his fingers clenched, his voice stripped down to something raw, and for once, she didn’t have it in her to deflect.
It was rare to see him like this—stripped down, raw in a way that wasn’t wrapped in sharp words and snark.
And she had put him there.
Stephanie stared at Jason for a long second, taking in everything he just said—the irritation, the bitterness, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 chip on his shoulder when it came to Tim.
And then, because she was Stephanie, she’d 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩. Not in a mean way. Not in a 𝘮𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 way. But in that exasperated, 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸? way that she did.
Because 𝘸𝘰𝘸. Jason Todd, tough guy extraordinaire, the one who claimed he didn’t give a damn what people think, just went on an entire 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘦 about Tim Drake.
Stephanie stared at him, watching as he haphazardly stacked pillows between them like some makeshift fortress. She blinked, processing the whole ridiculous display, her lips pressing together to keep from outright laughing.
This was Jason Todd—the Red Hood, Gotham’s most feared vigilante, the guy who could take out an entire gang with nothing but brute force and a bad attitude—awkwardly shoving pillows around like some overgrown kid at a sleepover.
It was kind of endearing.
Stephanie blinked at him, her breath still caught in her throat as she processed what had just happened. The way his hand brushed her hair back had been so gentle, so… 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥.
It was the softest thing he had ever done around her and yet the moment she felt his fingers on her skin, a wave of unease rushed through her.
Her instincts had been to pull away, but she held herself still instead, unsure of what she was feeling. But his words—the way he stammered out an apology, the way his eyes darted around as if he were waiting for her to react, trying to gauge if he had done something wrong—made her feel something else.
Stephanie had been gone for 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴.
Five minutes, and he had already done this to himself.
She had been expecting a lot of things when she returned. A halfhearted joke, maybe. A grumbled, 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵. A forced casualness that Jason used when he didn’t want her to see how deep he was in it.
But this? The bottle was nearly empty.
Her stomach lurched at the sight of it, her breath catching in her throat before she could stop it. Her lips parted, the words forming before she could stop them. A sharp inhale, a stunned silence and then—
Stephanie let out a breath, slow and measured, like she was physically stopping herself from saying something too soon. Like she knew if she wasn’t careful, if she came at this the wrong way, Jason would shut down completely.
She’d seen it before—how he lashed out when he felt cornered, how he acted like giving a shit was some kind of liability. Like letting someone in was just another way to get hurt. She could hear it in his voice now, the way it cut sharp and quick, trying to end the conversation before it could go anywhere deeper.