when you’re in a really tiny fandom/ship a really rare pairing and have already read the entire ao3 tag multiple times so you have to start looking for fics on other websites with lower standards of quality: 

Some fool: Are you still going to be Obessesed with this pairing?

Me: Does Tumblr think Heterosexuals should be exterminated like the Jews were in the Holocaust?

Some fool: …yes?

Me: There’s your answer.

5 More Things That Never Happened to Stephanie Brown

Part two of 5 things that never happened to Stephanie.

1. The Even Number Robins
When the doors of her cell blow down and a guy in a red helmet comes in guns blaring, mouth swearing, the first thought that pops up in Steph’s mind isn’t cool entrance or even damn, this guy’s ripped.

She’s not thinking any coherent thought actually, just that she’s never coming back to Japan.

But those thoughts kind of disappeared when the guy stepped in front of her and snorts, “Who the fuck are you?”

And so, the even numbered screw up robins meet.

Her last regret before she dies is that she’s eaten less than a thousand waffles her entire life.

She likes to think she snorts back something smart but to be honest, she’s a little out of it so maybe her account is a little skewed up.

But the basics are there and that’s what matters.

Then he takes her somewhere and gets her healed and tells her to enjoy the couch, he’s taking the bed.

Who says chivalry is dead?

And years later, when she’s calling him, warbling a heeeeeey Jacion and he’s picking up with a sigh and a grunt and plea to have her extracted from his life, she knows that they’ve really formed a bond.

2. Harmony
Stephanie remembers when she had a voice.

When she would skip around and laugh and joke and words would fall from her lips like water drops and all gone all gone.

Stephanie remembers when her father took them all away.

Stephanie remembers the fear, Stephanie remembers the smell of beer, Stephanie remembers the jeers.

Stephanie remembers when she had harmony.

Stephanie remembers mute mute mute.

Stephanie remembers ugly and clashing and anger and warring emotions and then.

Stephanie remembers the blue eyed boy who brought so much light into her life, who made her smile like no other, who helped her find harmony again.

When Stephanie finally steps up onto the stage to play her piano piece, her eyes only see Tim.

And when she allows her fingers to gently rest upon the keys and create a flowing melody, she remembers Tim gently encouraging her to keep playing.

When she’s done and breathing heavily and smiling with absolute delight and applause is ringing all around her–

She only sees Tim.

(Years late she’ll sit him down and start playing, placing all her emotions into the song until Tim hugs her and repeats her message back to her ten times over and she leans up and he leans down and she learns another form of harmony.


3. Beware the Spoiler
Batgirl was hers. But with her legs out of commission, Batgirl is a distant spot in the horizon.

It’s time to move on. It’s time for a new name.

She’s always liked Spoiler.

Years later when she’s ruthlessly hacking into Jason’s phone and Tim’s games and Dick’s laptop and Lex Luthor’s company, she gets a grim feel of delight as countless of people are stumped by the Spoiler.

4. Meet the Family
“Are you nervous?” Tim asks her gently, as he guided her up the stairs.

“I’m about to meet my boyfriend’s family, who just happen to be one of the richest families in the world, and could buy my family without blinking an eye. No. I am not nervous. In fact, I am the epitome of not nervous,” Steph rambled, apprehensive. She knew she shouldn’t have gone for the shy boy sitting in the corner, reading.

Tim just laughs and guides her gently in and she pretends that she’s not clinging onto Tim’s hand like a lifeline.

Years later, when she screaming after Damian and chasing after Jason to get her phone back, she wonders how she could have ever been scared of them.

(And when Tim finally kneels on one knee and pulls out a ring, the only answer bursting from her lips is yes yes always.)

5. Hope Shines Bright
Stephanie Brown is a dignified ambassador of the Blue Lantern Corp. She does not get angry with a little upstart named Damian makes fun of her chest, she does not throw a car at Sinestro Corp Bruce when he angers her, and her heart does not skip a beat when Green Lantern Tim Drake smiles at her.

(But damn his eyes are so blue and his muscles are just-)

She does not blush when Tim presents her with a flower, she does not get distracted by his mouth when he’s talking, and she does not feel warm inside when he wraps her up in his arms after pulling her out of the way from a life threatening hit.

She does not feel ecstatic when she and Tim are partnered up, her heart does not speed up whenever he tenderly dresses her wounds, she does not feel warm fuzzies remembering that she makes him stronger.

Stephanie is in denial and very much in love.

  • Jason Todd: Tim’s in trouble and he needs help. Now, I don’t like you and you don’t like me —
  • Stephanie Brown: I like you.
  • Jason Todd: You do? Look, are you going to help or not?
  • Stephanie Brown: I don’t know why I should. I mean, after what he —
  • Jason Todd: Wait, wait, wait. What is it you like best about me?
  • [beat]
  • Dick Grayson: Is she coming?
  • Jason Todd: I’m not sure. But I do know that she likes my “in-your-face attitude”.

Friend: “Do you ever just…love something so much that you hate it? Like, you love it but it causes you so much emotional distress that you almost feel like it’s bad for you? But, you also don’t want to stop it?”

Me: Allow me to count the ways…

The list goes on…

Friend: “SAME., I just realized this makes it sound like we’re talking about drugs, but I really just mean the exact same thing you did.”

Me: It’s okay, fandom is our drug.

reasons jaysteph is great:

  • “bad robins” kicking ass and proving everyone else wrong about them
  • they’re both stubborn and determined as fuck
  • super passionate about saving people
  • “isn’t bruce kind of a dick tho” “oH MY GOD I KNOW RIGHT”
  • similar backgrounds + understanding of each other’s experiences
  • you know jason would admire her tenacity and bravery
  • remember that time steph wanted to kill her dad…? yeah. she can understand jason’s perspective
  • steph is the kind of optimist who won’t put up with jason’s manpain cynicism bullshit
  • “you hit drake in the face with a brick?” “yup” “hell yeah up top blondie”

i like to image there being a scenario in which ALL of the batkids need to go to a wayne charity event – like the batkids being the ones Bruce has adopted. so tim jason cass and dick all have to go and maybe barbara has to too because her dads going and no one wants to go to those shit

and theyre all bitching in the batcave and steph just flounces past like ‘not an orphan dont have to go sorry sucks to suck’ and jasons just like hold on give me fifteen minutes before you bail 

so he leaves and tim just spends the whole time being like ‘you know if you maybe wanted to go you could come still i mean it wouldnt be a problem but if you like sometime wanted to see what one of them was like i could like 

show you and we could maybe i dont know theyre really stupid but…’ and while hes round-about asshatting his way towards asking her jason comes back, throws a dress at steph and just says ‘you’re coming, you’re my date’ and storms back upstairs to get ready

accio-fist  asked:

I was trying to take a picture of you AU. JaySteph.

My favorite ship feat: my favorite character flustered, what more could i ask for??

Title: Trains
Rating: E for Everyone
Warnings: Nada

barb, im telling you this guy has to be a model for motorcycles or something

its insane hes just sitting there sprawled across two seats like hes waiting for a camera to go off this is so weirdly awesome

its also unfair no one should be this pretty and have to sit next to a guy who looks like he smells like pee

he should sit next to me i smell like the coffee i spilled on my jacket this morning

mr model looks like he needs coffee

I’m sure he does, Steph. He’s on the subway in Gotham – everyone needs coffee there.

And have you been staring at “Mr. Model” this whole trip?

Stephanie Brown glared at the conversation backlit by her phone before sliding it back down into her jacket pocket. So what if she had been looking up at the guy across from her quite a bit for a forty-five minute journey. And for the time they were on the platform.

And the day before that.

And the day before that even. She’d been taking the subway with that guy for three whole days so now she was sure that he was the hottest person on the underground train. He got off a stop before her, never took his headphones out or spoke but she saw him doing other things! Like reading a book that she couldn’t see the title of, or texting someone on his phone.

She saw him smoking sometimes too, on the platform, toe-tapping and green eyes darting from end to end of the tunnel as the train was, once again, late. He had bags under his eyes – a stubble just starting to form along his jawline. Cass was the queen at reading body language, she could probably get his whole life story from the way he held a pencil, but all Steph could gather was he was having a line of shitty nights.

Maybe he worked nights.

He probably worked nights. She wondered what he did for a living, if he had a girlfriend, a story. Maybe a roommate.

Another buzz sounded from her jacket and Stephanie fished the phone out.

Are you still stalking him?

No. yes. maybe. its not stalking if hes wearing a leather jacket

He can’t be that overtly flawless-looking.

wanna bet????

Brow furrowing, Stephanie checked the time blinking at the top of her phone. There was still twenty-five minutes before her stop – so around fifteen before his. She could get a picture of him, as sleazy and as creepy as that sounds. She was totally sneaky enough for that! If she could text all through her Psych lecture and never have her professor notice, she could totally get a sneak-shot of this guy!

Now that the plan was in-line, she just had the execution. Subtly, she tried to make it look like she was still texting Barbara, lining her phone up to the man across from her.

Normally, Stephanie wasn’t this caught up in guys. But this one wouldn’t let go of her attention. He was slunk down over the two available seats, one foot up on the seat, the other flat on the floor – he was the picture of manufactured comfort. Seriously, sitting like that didn’t look like it would be fun.

But hey, he seemed to be enjoying himself.

Her own eyes flickered up to him, then back down to her phone as she got the picture. Perfect. Now to just—he was looking at her. Oh no. Ooooooh no.

He was looking right at her. Confusion seemed to sprinkle his features before he got up, one hand pulling his headphones out as he crossed the rickety center and sat himself down beside her. Frozen, Stephanie still had the picture pulled up on her phone.

“You didn’t even get my good side,” He reached for the phone and Stephanie had flashbacks to every TV she saw where someone would break the phone and throw it away – no she was a student she couldn’t afford to replace that. Plus she liked the case. Instead he deleted it, ignoring the way she blushed and tried to stammer out an apology mixed with an explanation. “I was trying… I just. My friend she… We… I uhm. I’m sorry, really, I’m so so sorry.”

He didn’t look angry. He looked… amused. Like this sort of thing happened all the time – like Stephanie accidentally called him cute out loud instead of snuck a picture of this complete stranger. He didn’t even respond, he just threw an arm over her shoulder, bringing her closer and oh god. He smelled like smokes and leather and the best kind of cheap cologne.

Holding her phone high, the stranger brought his face close enough to hers to snap a picture of the two before handing the phone back just as the train rolled to a gritty halt. “Looks like it’s my stop,” he said, pushing himself up and grabbing his bag from the other side of the carriage. “See’ya ‘round.”

She managed to manifest an embarrassed whimper before pressing send on the image. He looked suave and handsome. She looked mortified. None so much as when Barbara’s reply came back.

Is that Dick’s brother????

Oh no.

man am i filling the jaysteph tag today this is great