you shoot from the hip, you don't always hit

My name is Stephanie Brown. I've been a Robin. I've been Spoiler. And now I'm... I'm seeing something through. Which is kind of big deal for me. I'm a dutiful college student, a devoted daughter, and a magnet for trouble. Oh, and gravity? worst. thing. ever. Fear my utility belt full of crap.

[zavimbi-deactivated20160731]

I’m a dutiful college student… A devoted daughter… And a magnet for trouble… Among other things.

[coffeefrank]

take me to jaysteph hell i have been screaming So Much about these loser babies

[hoodlooksgood]

bad robins do it well

[snofbatman-blog]

Damian watched the two figures, at first flabbergasted, but as the flask passed between them, the jagged pieces clicked suddenly and painfully into place.

They were flirting. Todd and Brown were meeting in secret to canoodle on rooftops and swap bodily fluids on a single fork.

Suddenly, Damian found himself faced with a decision. To revel himself and disrupt this bizarre affair, or slink back into the shadows and futility try to scrub the image of Todd swiping dripping waffles off of Brown’s lips. It didn’t take long to ponder.

"I never thought I’d say this, Brown, but you could do better."

[hoodlooksgood]

Jason’s eyes, pupils dilated and rimmed with Pit green, flicked askance. This was too perfect. The brat decided to ruin their weekly waffle date? He should really do something to return the favor. He knew that revenge was a dish best served cold, but needling the youngest Robin was better served up piping hot with a liberal coating of fuck you.

"We should make it a regular thing," Jason agreed, attention focused back on Stephanie. There was an inch of space between them. And all it took was a calculated stumble forward to bridge the gap. Their lips meet, tinged with booze and melted chocolate. Their nose bumped, until Jason remembered to tilt his head. 

The low burn of alchol accompanied by the sticky sugar on Steph’s lips made it one of the more pleasant kisses Jason’d experienced. There was no hurry, no fiery passion, it was just… kind of relaxing. A pressure release of pent up stress and aggravation.

He pulled back, still close, eyes half lidded. “What do you think?” he asked, casually, his breath huffing out across her lips. He cocked a brow. “I’m feeling it.” He added casual. It was better not to sound too eager about macking on Stephanie, even though she was wholly unoffensive and altogether some kind of fantastic. There wasn’t a lot of people Jason would suffer to buy waffles for.

[violetbat]

Stephanie heard the sneer that was all too familiar to her, but never got to see it. As she turned to offer words in Jason's defense (because really? was Damian being that big of a baby right now?), her lips met his, brushed together as her late night IHOP partner leaned in and closed the gap between them.

She was startled at first, her brain attempting to process the fact that Jason was kissing her. He tasted sweet, a mixture of what he'd eaten and drank, and after a moment, she responded in kind, pressing against him. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she quietly enjoyed the slow burn before he pulled away, a grin on his lips and amusement in his tone.

"Not that I'm complaining..." A giggle built in her throat to match him, and she teased in an almost sing-song voice. "But you didn't need liquid courage to kiss me, didja, Red?" 

The grin persisted as she turned, focusing on the other, current Robin. "And you've always had such good opinions on who I kiss, right?"

[doodlesaresketcheswithnoodles]

Daily doodle #468 [queueueue]

[jasonjaybirdtodd]

"It’s only the end if you want it to be."

[hoodlooksgood]

bad robins do it well

[snofbatman-blog]

Patrol: uneventful. Disrupted the robbery of an electronic store and scared the literal piss out of a few graffiti artists downtown. He was well on his way home when a familiar silhouette caught his eye from the rooftops.

Damian hit the deck and army-crawled towards the ledge to peer after Todd. The former Robin was in a hurry, north-east for the moment, burdened with… take-out bags?

It had been a boring night, Damian reasoned with himself during the pursuit. And besides, when was Todd ever up to any good?

Stealth was of the utmost importance, so he took his time positioning himself at Todd’s apparent destination, a lonely rooftop overlooking a series of Gotham slums.

Damian narrows his eyes at the scene before him. Todd was meeting… was that Brown? What sort of rendez-vous was this?

[hoodlooksgood]

Jason lifted his Jack in proud salute. “Maybe,” he told Steph. Then, in a stage whisper, “But it’s definitely the final destination.” His smile was unrepentant, because fuck, there were enough bat babies to patrol the city for tonight. He didn’t have any plans to make volatile explosives go boom for the night, so, yolt. He was sure Steph could appreciate the phrase.

"Tradesies," he said, leaning forward. In a sudden invasion of personal space, Jason snagged the next forkful of waffle, eyeing Stephanie as he sucked the tines clean of whipped cream. As he sat back on his haunches, he offered Stephanie his flask. "I won’t tell B if you don’t," he said with a conspiratory wink. 

[violetbat]

Either Jason underestimated his level of intoxication, or was playing it up in his favour, but regardless, the wobble as he leaned forward and cleaned off the fork she'd been fully prepared to eat brought a radiant smile to her face. He came close enough she didn't need to guess what he was drinking, she could smell it on his breath, ghosting against her lips. Not breaking eye contact, she accepted the flask, raising it and taking a relaxed swig. She'd already hung up the cape and cowl for the night, metaphorically speaking. She could afford a little fun.

 It burned her throat going down, but left a warm buzz that zigzagged comfortably through her. "It'll be our little secret," she smirked, a laugh tracing her every syllable. She kicked her feet over the edge, her heels bouncing against the roof. "Kind of surprised we haven't done this before, y'know."

[hoodlooksgood]

bad robins do it well

[hoodlooksgood]

"Hey, if it isn’t my favorite," Jason drawled, resting his cheek against his own shoulder, fixing Stephanie with a wide grin. Not that his compliment meant much, technically. Dick was insufferable, Replacement was also insufferable, and the brat was wound tighter than Bruce’s sense of morality. Not as many kinks, though. 

He pushed the container toward her with the heel of his palm, an offering. By now, he knew Batgirl’s favorite kind of waffle. Chocolate chip with a veritable mountain of whipped cream and some sliced up strawberries. Soon as he found out, he made it a point to spoil her (spoil her, spoiler, god he could be a comedian in his spare time).

As he took another pull from his bottle, he settled back into an ungainly heap. His Adam’s Apple bobbed as he swallowed, wiping his lips with his knuckles. “Glad there wasn’t some crisis to ruin evens’ night. This shit is serious catharsis.” Demonstratively he took another draft, smacking his lips.

[violetbat]

Stephanie titled her head as she settled into her usual seat, an easy smile painting its way across her lips. "Favourite?" Looking down at the proffered container, her eyes lit with a glee that quickly consumed her whole face. "Favourite! Psh, flatterer."

The shared fork was halfway to her lips when she took in the intensity of his words, the lethargic roll of his shoulders, and her lips twitched into an amused smirk. Somehow, the well-intended words that's not coffee morphed into "Are you drunk?" with a clear, bubbling laugh somewhere in the middle.

It wasn't like she'd never seen him drinking. In fact, in their world, it was a fairly common occurrence. But typically he showed up to evens' night with IHOP order and coffee travel mug in hand. And this more subtle flask substitute? Well, not exactly the norm. Carefully, she leaned closer, trying to get a whiff of whatever he was drinking.

[hoodlooksgood]

bad robins do it well

Thursday night had become something of a holiday. Every week, Jason would kick back on the rooftop of a designated IHOP, with a take out box of some the most cavity inducing waffles known to man. Naturally, some Thursday’s the city (or in a couple cases, the world) needed saving and the comfortable routine of waffle munching and coffee guzzling would have to wait until next week.

Exposure dulled the potency of the smell of piping hot Belguim waffles saturated with syrup and powdered sugar, thank fuck. During his first run, the sheer sickly sweet smell almost gave him an honest to God case of diabetes.

He sprawled back on his elbows, knees hooked over the edge. Instead of his customary cup of joe, Jason was nursing a bottle. Jack is whack, but it didn’t burn as bad as Lazarus Pit juice.

[violetbat]

God she loved the smell of waffles in the morning. Or any time of day, for that matter. Even in middle of the night, in a post-patrol exhaustion haze. Especially in such a state, Stephanie thought gleefully, swinging onto the IHOP roof with practiced ease and stuttering slightly in her step when she hit the ground. She shook it off, rolling a shoulder that still hung sorely after an encounter with a rather unpleasant group of assholes by the docks and adding a bounce to her step when the smell of waffles hit her nose.

She practically bounced towards the rooftop's other occupant, keeping her steps soft, hoping that maybe, just this once, she might surprise the rooftop's other occupant. She didn't know when this had become routine, this strange olive branching friendship between the evens, in the form of late night waffles and coffee. She'd vehemently deny it, of course, but Stephanie found it nice, to find something in common with a Robin that wasn't shiny and clean, or wound quite so tightly. Someone that didn't walk the straight edge that Bruce had set out for the traffic light kids.

Someone like her.

[violetbat]

konfounded replied to your post:I have decided that it's been long enough to where we should be able to talk to one another without referencing the... thing.

Wow, shockingly mature. So mature. The maturest. Seriously, century old wine got nothing on you.

Thank you, thank you--I'll be here all week.

Wow, serious case of déjà vu. How can I help you, Superloser?

[hoodlooksgood]

waffle iron crucible | violetbat

[hoodlooksgood]

"The sign of any competent evil doer," he nodded, running with the joke. He didn’t resist the impulse to smile. "Careful, before you know it, I’ll be spewing a shitty monologue about my motivations and woes." He marveled at how easy it was to talk to the current Batgirl. Jason chalked it up to a lack of quality Bruce. Research showed the more exposure to B, the more likely you were on the road to becoming a grade a asshole. Case and point: Dick and Tim.

His smile turned mocking. “Then what do I gotta do to convince you?” he asked with a long suffering sigh. “I can wax up a pretty story about how I was lonely on my night off, if that’ll help ease your suspicions.” Alright, so he was laying on the sarcasm a little thick, but, despite Steph’s approachability, Jason was at a lost on how to breach his topic of discussion. Unlike drilling Dick for information, Jason was pretty sure he didn’t have to worry about Steph breaking out into a shit eating grin or pestering him with follow up questions.

"Well, you do live life on the edge."

[violetbat]

"Why do they do that?" she asked, throwing her hands up above her head. "Like, if I were going to rob a bank or, say, attempt world domination, I wouldn't stand around announcing it to everyone. In detail. With footnotes." Unless of course you had some compulsive need to do it, like her father.

Shaking her head, she laughed, watching her breath form a ghostlike puff in the air. Then, she swung one of her arms down where he could see it, and brought up the LCD display built into her suit. "Bless Oracle," she said softly, flicking through until she found the remote access to her messages. And, pointedly, the most recent one from a Red (Riding) Hood. "dear batgirl numero III, i need some advice and i got a stack of waffles especially for bribing your ass," she read aloud, tacking on her best impression of him. Tilting her head, she looked over at Jason with a smile. "So, I ask again: what's got you bribing my fine ass with waffles on your night off, Jason?" She hoped throwing in the name rather than a title would ease him into whatever he wanted to talk about, bridging the gap between them or however you wanted to spin it.

She snorted, very loudly and not at all attractively. "Well," she waved to their current position on the edge of the roof. "If the shoe fits."

[violetbat]

hey girl hey

soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of—hang on, you’re not Selina!

[missgonightly]

no, i’m much younger and skinner than my beloved mentor.  no offense to her, of course.

[violetbat]

Didn’t know Selina had adopted a protege (with an attitude, meow), but hey, you learn something new every day. I’m Batgirl. Do I—uh—call you Catgirl?

[missgonightly]

you do, interestingly enough.  i know, super creative.

[violetbat]

Good news is, we’re about 200% cooler than the original Bat and Cat by default. Mainly because I’m not a stuffy old man. And you seem less uptight than kitty senior.

[missgonightly]

well duh, we’re younger and blonder so we’re guaranteed to be fabulous.

[violetbat]

i'm pretty sure you forgot better looking!

[violetbat]

I have decided that it's been long enough to where we should be able to talk to one another without referencing the... thing.

The thing? Like, your thing? Heh. 

[violetbat]

hey girl hey

soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of—hang on, you’re not Selina!

[missgonightly]

no, i’m much younger and skinner than my beloved mentor.  no offense to her, of course.

[violetbat]

Didn’t know Selina had adopted a protege (with an attitude, meow), but hey, you learn something new every day. I’m Batgirl. Do I—uh—call you Catgirl?

[missgonightly]

you do, interestingly enough.  i know, super creative.

[violetbat]

Good news is, we're about 200% cooler than the original Bat and Cat by default. Mainly because I'm not a stuffy old man. And you seem less uptight than kitty senior.

[violetbat]

hey girl hey

soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of—hang on, you’re not Selina!

[missgonightly]

no, i’m much younger and skinner than my beloved mentor.  no offense to her, of course.

[violetbat]

Didn't know Selina had adopted a protege (with an attitude, meow), but hey, you learn something new every day. I'm Batgirl. Do I--uh--call you Catgirl?

[hoodlooksgood]

waffle iron crucible | violetbat

[hoodlooksgood]

"Exactly, what I want you to think," Jason agreed comfortably, though the way his eyebrow twitched, he was a little annoyed with her conclusion. Obviously, it was a touchy subject for him, but aside from that, he didn’t try and sway her one way or another. He rolled his shoulders, his jacket settling more easily around him.

He snorted his assent. “Need me some nachos with all that cheese,” he raised his eyes to the heavens. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were still pining after my Pretender.” Jason’s lips twitched as he clapped his palms together. “Thankfully we both know this conversation is coming to a much needed end. You don’t wanna talk about it anymore than I wanna hear about it.” He smacked his lips, tasting traces of syrup on his tongue.

"Oh ho, hark who’s talkin’," Jason sneered back, jerking his leg out of range of her heel. "Miss Diabetes for Breakfast."

[violetbat]

"Lulling me into a false sense of security, I see, I see," Stephanie nodded, grinning like an idiot. God, she missed this. Laughing and cracking jokes with someone possessing a good sense of humour. It was so rare she got to interact with the other bat boys, or anyone other than the stern, motherly voice at the other end of her comm. She really ought to start spending more time with people her age, yeesh.

She flinched. She hadn't meant to sound so saccharine, or to bore him, but it really had all come tumbling out, nostalgia laced with every word. "Pining? Hah. It's a good thing you know better, then," she shot back, but nevertheless made a mental note to swing by the Boy Blunder's window sometime soon. After all, things had been looking up last they'd talked. She leaned back on her arms, working the tenseness out of her shoulders. "But enough about me, Red. What about you, huh? I'm still not convinced I'm just here for my sunny disposition and winning company."

"Personally, I think breakfast isn't complete without the opportunity for heart failure," she grinned, all teeth.

[violetbat]

hey girl hey

soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of--hang on, you're not Selina!

[hoodlooksgood]

waffle iron crucible | violetbat

[hoodlooksgood]

His response was a huff of laughter that sent a large cloud of gray skyward. “Yeah, no,” he grinned widely at her, back to baring his fangs. He’s willing throw her a bone because she doesn’t seem half bad or blindly loyal or fucking anal, but he won’t have her trying to coax him into seeing the light or whatever. It pinged him as a Dick move and rubbed him the wrong way. Especially since her opinion didn’t particularly matter. Jason didn’t live for anyone’s approval, and the one guy whose approval might matter already gave his verdict. Jason was happy to play into those expectations. “I definitely meant your line of work, as in my line of work is on a completely separate plane.”

"Whoa Blondie," Jason reared back slightly, brows raising. "I didn’t mean spill the whole dirty history." He couldn’t bring himself to comment on her situation. Not when he could nonchalantly cruise past a topic that would probably spark off a riproaring tirade from his end. "I figured you two weren’t a thing anymore. I was mainly wondering about how, like, dates worked." Jason waved a hand errantly. "Did he send you an e-card with digital hearts and nervously sweat every time you came within a mile radius? Actually, fuck, no, he probably left you secret admirer letters tucked under your pillow like the psycho stalker he is." Jason’s smile turned cruel throughout his meanderings.

"Hell yeah. You ever try those pancake puppies at Denny’s? Delicious. But not worth the mess afterwords," he replied, not missing a beat.

[violetbat]

Seeing Jason's breath visible in the open air when he spoke made Stephanie grateful for her batsuit's insulation. She made a mental note to thank Oracle later. "Suit yourself," she shrugged, leaning forward to watch her feet dangle off the edge, tapping periodically against the roof. "But I don't think you're as bad as you make yourself out to be."

An embarrassed sort of laugh clawed its way out of her throat then. "Sorry,"she said, shoulders tightening. "I didn't meant to ramble. Sometimes it sort of just...happens." Totally without her consent, her cheeks filled with colour. "He didn't do anything like that. It was--It was actually sort of...nice, y'know? He'd show up at my window after patrol just to talk, or pick me up from school in the stupidest disguises. We'd go on rooftop dates and fight bad guys as Robin and Spoiler and he took me to Lamaze classes...and he was good to me, regardless of what happened after," she stopped herself, a wave of nostalgia washing over her. Sobering, she cleared her throat, straightened and laughed, "Cheesy enough to make you sick, right?"

Her nose wrinkled and she kicked at his leg half-heartedly. "Eugh, you're gross!"