#stephanie talks CA

[klarolinedrabbles]

ERM SO candice pushes klaroline merhcndise are we bringing that up???

WE SURE ARE, ANON. WE SUREEEE ARE CAUSE HUHHHH?!!??!?!

Kaitlyn texted me and Erika earlier this week with a secreenshot of what APPEARED to be her teasing a klaroline shirt and we were in disbelief bruh, lmfsksksks. And then lo and behold it is a klaroline shirt which is WILD. I remember thoroughly is all ima say.

[bluerosefox]

Save Her

Guys I came up with a new DPxDC AU where we get Deaged!Dani(Ellie), Mom!Cass, and Dad!Danny.

"Cass... Are you sure you want to do this?" Tim asked one more time before he would put the last code in. He knew she was sure, more than willing to deal with it but he just needed one more confirmation before they all started what couldn't be stopped.

Cass stared at Tim, her face straight and her eyes firm without a hint of doubt. She nodded in his direction, despite the growing nervousness in her stomach for a second even with Stephanie squeezed her hand in reassurance and support.

Cass turned her gaze to the little girl, no older than thirteen, suspended in a tank full of green glowing goo and asleep. Her vitals showing up on screens near the tank coming from the wires that were hooked up to her inside the tank.

She said her name was Danielle Masters but had also said she wouldn't mind a new name once she was no longer just a clone but instead Cass's new daughter. She had only asked to include her 'dad', a Danny Fenton/Phantom, in her future naming decision too

Cass took a breath and said softly but determined "Save her."

Tim nodded back and entered the final code into the computer.

-x-x-

Basically-

Cass, while in Hong Kong, finds a destabilizing Dani.

Cass see's the desperation and fear Dani is in and helps as best as she can.

She manages to help but they both seem to know the next time this happens will be Dani's last.

Dani is very, very sick at this point and needs help even standing up.

Cass see's and remembers herself at this age and wants to help.

They do become friends and learn each other backstories

Cass goes to the one person she knows who might to be able to help with the destabilizing clone problem.

Tim, Tim is that person. (Because he's friends with Conner, and no doubt knows Conner's DNA and how it works, AND the fact he tried his hand at the whole cloning thing.... Tim told Cass everything once things settled down after his BruceQuest was done)

They fill him in on what is happening and he starts helping, mostly cause Cass asked and because "Clone rights!" (side note, he asked if its okay to tell Conner, when yes, Conner comes over and chats with Dani the entire time whenever he has free time) (the image of Conner sitting at her bedside as they chat is in my head btw)

Tim finds out the reason Dani is destabilizing so badly is because she's not 'complete', she needs a female donor technically because she's female not male (unlike Conner who is stable because he is male with male donors)

They find out that after trying to see of ways to save her that Cass was the closest that could donate her DNA (they also discover there might be a connection between ectoplasm and the Pits, they don't wanna run the risk of asking a LOA member) (If I remember right Cass grew around the Pits for a while and was even tossed in them after a fight with Shiva)

Tim also brings them news that Danielle's body is rapidly destabilizing due to her body/hormones trying to 'mature' her since she is at that age and she has less than a week.

Everyone knows there is no time to think of trying to save her in any other ways.

Tim says that if they do this, they have to technically 'remake' her body to the actual age she is (a couple months old/a few years old? Depends on the writer) and there was a high chance of her not remembering her old self. That the male DNA in her, the one that seemed to be the most is Daniel 'Danny' Fenton's DNA will be considered father DNA and if Cass does this, her's will be the mother DNA. (Vlad's DNA, because he would try to put his own in, would be 'pushed out')

Cass would become Dani's mother.

Both Cass and Dani talk about it.

Cass wants to help her, she had become friends with Dani and loves her like a little sister already but will try to love her as a daughter as well.

Dani wants to live an actual life.

They agree to it.

Tim sets everything up, Conner is helping around/keeping Dani comfortable/happy.

Cass told Steph and Babs whats happening and they're helping/being supportive once they find out everything.

Meanwhile Tim and Babs has Dick, and Damian go to Amity Park to find out whats happening there/bring Danny to her so they can explain what happened to Dani. (Dick and Damian have no clue why just yet but will find out when they get back, but oh boy is Amity a mess between the GIW, ecto-acts, crazy fruitloop mayor/villain ghost, and other stuff)

Cass and Tim tell Jason and he's helping Alfred (who basically already knows) set up a room for the newest arrival. Jason is gonna stick around if to just see Bruce's face when he gets called a 'grandpa' for the first time.

Duke takes this all in stride when told and just goes along with things now because this is life with the Batfam. He also helps with the room and keeping Dani company until the day.

Bruce was on a space mission thus comes home to find a new group of teens with his kids. One (with black hair and violet/purple eyes) is talking about a purple back gorillas with Damian and swapping vegan recipes, another (wearing a red beanie and has glasses) is getting into tech talk with Tim and Babs, a girl with red hair is talking classic books with Jason and giving Duke advice with school and stress, and another boy (one who could pass as one of his own adopted kids) is cracking jokes/puns with Dick, and telling Steph stories about his Rogues(!?).

Bruce isn't ready when Cass comes up behind him, nearly dancing in her spot and hands him something.

He is given a baby/toddler that looks like Cass but had darker hair and bright blue eyes.

He almost faints when Cass signs to him that he's holding his granddaughter, her baby.

He does faint when Cass notices the signs and takes her baby back before he falls over.

[storm-and-starlight]

so a while ago I saw this post going around that talked about, like, when you're picking names for genderbent characters, sometimes just going with the masculine/feminine version of their original name isn't going to work because the context and connotation is completely wrong, and I was like yes! good! excellent! but it used some batfam characters as examples and the name it picked for a genderbent Damian went so completely against the tone of the name "Damian" that I immediately went "nope I'm doing this myself" so uh. here's the Storm version of a genderbent Batfam + reason why I chose those names.

Bruce "Brucie" Wayne -> Elizabeth "Beth" or "Lizzie/Bessie/Buffy" Wayne OR Berenice "Bunny" Wayne Elizabeth, at least in my head, feels like the same kind of "classical english name" as Bruce -- it's well-known, not particularly tied to any one era, relatively formal, and makes sense for an old-money family that doesn't really have East Coast WealthyTM names (think Throckmorton). "Beth" feels like a good parallel to "Bruce" in that it's a short, workaday name, and there are plenty of silly nicknames for the ditzy socialite side - I am enormously amused by the idea of Beth Wayne, Batwoman, going by Buffy in public, but if that's too much of a reference "Lizzie" or "Bessie" also exist. Berenice, meanwhile, is on here largely because of the nickname "Bunny", which is even better, imo, than Buffy. Bunny Wayne. It delights me. (Berenice is. fine. It's a bit fancier than Bruce, imo, which may or may not jive with the tone of any given fic, but it probably wouldn't be my go-to.)

Richard "Dick" Grayson -> Dorothy "Dotty" or "Dolly" Grayson I pulled this one directly from the original post bc I really do like it and think it works well - it's all about the nickname. It needs to be something that was once a legitimate, unremarkable name that is now a deeply ridiculous thing for someone to unironically call themselves and Dotty and/or Dolly are about as close as you can get to that without it being. actual slang for penis. "Dorothy" also works well as a counterpart for "Richard": a well-known, somewhat old-fashioned name but one that's still in use in modern times.

Cassandra "Cass" Cain/Wayne -> Cassander "Cas/Cass" Cain/Wayne This is one where I actually do think just using the masculine version of the original name works quite well. Cassandra is a name from Greek myth, and given Cass's history and parentage, I think that that context is one of the most important things about how that name works with her character: it's a non-English name, pulled from a culture commonly treated as a "lost golden age of civilization", it's long, it's complicated, it's elegant and a little bit strange. "Cassander" was the name of a king of Macedonia, according to behindthename.com it's the masculine version of the name Cassandra, and to me it has that same sense of slightly eerie elegance.

Jason "Jay" Todd -> Jessie "Jess" Todd This one is more about sound and and vibes than anything else - Jason is a well-known, plain, fairly workaday name that gives me the impression of someone who is strong and no-nonsense, and Jessie (not short for Jessica) gives me the same impression, especially if she habitually goes by Jess in public. Also, they're very sonically similar, and I liked that.

Stephanie "Steph" Brown -> Sidney "Sid" Brown OR  Zachary "Zach" Brown I'll be honest, I don't know nearly as much about Steph Brown as I would like to, so this one is based mostly off of sound, nickname quality, and some context - Stephanie sounds relatively modern, to me, it's a name that wouldn't fit a pre-1980's character (at the earliest). I went with "Sidney" and "Zachary" because they both also have that relatively modern feel with a well-known short form. "Sidney" is here because it starts with S and I think "Sid" fits okay? with the character despite being pretty sonically different from "Steph", "Zachary" because it has a closer sonic feel to "Stephanie" despite the name "Zach" being a little further, vibes-wise, from "Steph".

Timothy "Tim" Drake -> Cordelia "Cora" Drake OR Theresa "Tess" Drake Okay, okay, listen. I know "Cora" sounds nothing at all like "Tim" BUT. in my heart. the name fits the character better than any others I could find. "Timothy" feels very Victorian Boy's Name (or like. animated movie about talking animals set in the 1920's/30's) to me, and in modern days it's a longer, very formal name that's basically never used full-length, but the shorter form is plain, well-known, and still very common. "Cordelia" was also popular in the Victorian Era, would be a familiar-but-uncommon name to most people, and having "Cora" be the everyday name I feel just. fits the character well. Theresa is on here as a closer-sounding alternative because "Tess" is the closest I could get to "Tim" without just stealing Tamara's name (although come to think of it, in an "everyone is genderbent" world just swapping Tim and Tam's names would be very funny), and it has that same "common short form of an uncommon, slightly old-fashioned full name" element, and because "Tess" is a better fit for the character than the other two candidates ("Tori", short for Victoria, or "Tilly", short for Matilda - I liked those two because they give me the same vibes as Timothy, but the short form is the more important part).

Duke Thomas -> Blue Thomas Okay. I know, this sounds nothing at all like "Duke", but again. in my heart. same vibes. It's a name that's very modern-sounding without being Trendy, it's a single syllable, it's a name that is also a common word, and just. idk, they feel similar to me. A little bit cool (in multiple definitions of the word), a little bit laid-back, like they'd both work as nicknames for a 1920's jazz singer. You get it.

Damian Wayne -> Alecto Wayne Yes. I know. Hear me out on this. The original name proposed for a genderbent Damian is what prompted me to make this post in the first place (and no I'm not saying it because I don't want to rag on OP too much) because Damian, as a name, has. just. so much meaning and so much context that is so important to my perception of Damian as a character. It's a Greek name, meaning "the tamer" - it's clearly non-English - it's strange and unusual and stands out among a modern American crowd - it's older, darker, dangerous - it's pulled from a long-gone civilization that for a long, long time was treated as one of the pinnacles of human achievement and yet was just as fucked up as any other society and often was significantly more so - and, most importantly, it is such an Edgelord of a name. It's the name of the overdramatic bad guy in a vampire play (not movie. play.) who stands in a tower drinking blood out of a jeweled goblet. It's a name given to a baby who was raised by assassins and the grandchild of an immortal assassin bent on destroying civilization in an attempt to make the world better. Damian is a sharp prickly pompous brat of a ten-year-old and part of that is looking down at a little kid with a sword with a name like Damian. It's just. how do I even explain this. it makes perfect sense for the League to have named him like that and it makes perfect sense that part of his personality is trying to live up to that and yet he can't because he's like ten. I picked Alecto because of all the names I found, it was the only one that gave me that same, immediate sense of "this is the name of a villain in an overdone fantasy novel, with over-the-top Meaning and Symbolism". It sounds Sharp and Strong and while recognizable, it's clearly not something people are typically actually called. It's Greek, meaning "unceasing" - it's the name of one of the Furies. I just. It works. (I know it's gonna get read as a TLT reference. I don't care. It's use in TLT is exactly what I mean by "it's the name of the villain in an overdramatic fantasy novel" tbh).

[whoisneo404]

How about.... Nick Sturniolo as a ballet boy

Ballet boy Nick x reader

The morning was cold, the breeze soft, it was early and the smell of coffee was filling the kitchen, my eyes still adjusting to being awake. I hear my older sister talk on the phone with someone. I sigh, this will be a long day, I hate waking up this early.

“Come on, we are gonna be late.” She says, looking at herself on her phone camera and slicking back some hairs, her black leotard hidden by her pink coat. I smile weakly at her, she really is passionate about this, it makes me happy.

“Going, boss.” I say, pouring the freshly brew coffee on a heat adaptive bottle to keep it warm. A few cars pass by, fewer people walk here and there. The sun is barely rising, the engine of my car roars as I yawn. “Bia, want me to pick you up too?” I take a long sip of the hot coffee and feel a tiny burn sensation on my tongue.

“Yeah, I think some friends wanted to eat us afterwards. Steph is gonna be there, obvi.” I let out a soft groan. “I know, I know. I’ll tell Steph to not embarrass you in front of the cute waiter again.”

“Shut up, Bi.” I start to drive, the soft music of Bias ‘pre ballet’ playlist making me feel like I’m still dreaming, I can hear her taking pictures of herself and I feel the warmness in my heart. She really has come a long way, she has a lot of friends, she is confident and has a loving girlfriend, who loves to embarrass me in front of people I find cute.

I park right outside the petite building in the corner of a street, right besides a coffee shop and adjacent to a small park. Bianka waves goodbye at me and get off the car, I wait of her to enter the building and when she does, I wait for her text.

“Upstairs.” And attached to it is a photo of her smiling to the mirror with Stephanie beside her.

“Tell her I say hi.” I reply. When I put my phone down, I grab my coffee and drink all of it in one long sip. Since it was so early, I had to slow drive to the library for it to open in order for me to start working on my essay. I hear my phone ring as I step out of my car. I pick up and raise the phone to my face. Bias panicked voice hits my ear even with the phone a few centimeters away from it.

“Oh god, oh god.” She speaks. I panic for a slit second too. “I left my pointe shoes in your car.”

“What?” I heard her loud and clear, I just couldn’t believe what she was saying.

“I left them. You have to bring them here, now. Please, the elections for the Black Swan are today and you know how hard I have-“

“I’m on my way, don’t panic. I’ll be fast.” I say as I open the door to my car again.

“Okay, don’t drive too fast.”

“I won’t.”

Thankfully, today seemed to be a slow day for most people because the streets weren’t as cramped as usual. I park, enter the building, and walk upstairs to the salon. I slowly open the door and walk inside, the room is big, filled with mirrors and bars on the walls, people are stretching and adjusting their shoes all around the floor. I see a few girls and guys staring at me, I gulp. I slowly walk to where Bia is.

“Bi.” I call her and she turns around. Hugging me tightly, I pat her back.

“Thanks! Thanks, thanks, thanks. God, I was about to cry.” She let’s go off me, I look around and nervously wave at Steph and her other friends.

“Hi…”

“Take a seat while I put these on, I’ll give you 5 dollars for the inconvenience.” She says as she lures me to a corner where her stuff is. I lean into one of the bars screwed to the walls.

“No needs to.”

“Shush, I want to, plus you can buy yourself more coffee, I swear you are an addict to that thing.” She sits on the floor and starts putting her shoes on. I look around the room, on the other corner, alone, a boy spins and stretches his arms up and to the sides, I see his turn and jump, doing things whose names I don’t remember but I swear I listen to Bia talk about. I become mesmerized by his elegance and figure. It’s like the whole room goes quiet, and it’s only the faint noises of the cars and people passing by, the wind hitting the windows and sliding in throw the curtains and in the middle of that beautiful picture is him, twirling around like no one I have seen. It was all black and white, him being the only color in my mind, until I feel a nudge on my leg. I quickly snap out of my mind. “Who you lookin at?” Bia smiles at me and raises and lowers her brows playfully at me. I quickly turn my face around.

“No one.”

“Come on, tell me. I probably know him.”

“Shhh, I don’t want to have this conversation. I’m leaving.” I stand straight, one foot in front of the other when I feel Bis arms around mine, and her voice screaming. ‘NIIIICK’ in a high-pitched voice. I freeze, all my muscles tensing up. I feel my face getting red and my heart beating faster when the guy I was staring at gives one last graceful spin and turns to look at us, when he sees Bianka he smiles warmly at her and waves to her. Bia makes a motion with her hand, telling him to come closer. “I hate you. I really do. No more free rides to ballet.”

“You don’t, thank me when you guys get married.”

“Won’t happen.”

“You don’t know that.”

“What I do know is that I have a crazy sist-“

“Oh my god, hi Nick.” My back instinctually straightens and I look at this Nick guys eyes, and I become more enamored with his sight when I see they are different shades of blue, I put all the energy and will in my body and soul to not become bright red.

“Hi Bii.” He says, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Who is this?” he points at me, like I’m not there, and maybe I am not, because if he would have asked me, I would have now said a words due to how nervous I feel.

“Oh, this little guy? He is my amazing brother; he brought my pointe shoes because I forgot them on his car. Can you believe that? anyway, I wanted to introduce you two because he is the one who will come pick us up to go get food.” She says smiling widely. I want to die, little guy? Are you serious, BI? I’m not a toddler.

“Oh, that’s great, I didn’t want to bother Matt today, he seemed pretty tired.” He says to Bi, then he turns to me. “Hi, nice to meet you, I’m Nicolas but you can call me Nick.” He says, every word sliding out of his mouth like he has already predicted that this was going to happen, like he has practiced this, not a stutter, not a slip, never. He was perfect. From his way of dancing to the way he spoke to people, I hated how perfect he seemed. It must not be real; he has to be fake. “You are a guy of few words.”

“Oh, I… yeah, I guess, nice to meet you too.”

I wanted to burry myself on the ground, I wanted to scream and jump out of the window, I wanted to punch him in the face because he can’t be this handsome. I wanted to kiss him, because if he is perfect a all of those things, he must be perfect at that too.

But I was saved by all these random and uncoherent thoughts by the class teacher, who spoke loudly and clear. “Class is about to start, please, all boyfriends and girlfriends and partners out of the room… Mini Bia you too.” I sigh. And then I heard him laugh and I couldn’t hold it anymore, my face went bright red.

“God, why does she call you that?”

“Long story…” I stare at him while he tries to compose himself, he isn’t perfect… but that just makes him prettier.

“You better tell me that story when we eat. I will die if you don’t.” he puts his hand on my arm and squeezes it, a simple friendly gesture that makes my mind go berserk.

“I wasn’t planning on eating with-… yeah, I’ll tell you there.” I smile at him and wave goodbye at everyone in the room. Before I go out, I see Bia smiling at me and putting one of her thumbs up.

I couldn’t get any work done; all I could think of was him. I wanted to talk to him every hour of every day. I wanted to know every single inch of his body and soul, I wanted to know his dreams, hopes, wants, needs, I want everything. I stared at the words on my computer, and the caffeine on my body rushed throw my veins after my 3rd cup of the day. I let out a loud groan of frustration followed by a “SHHH” of someone near me. “I’m sorry.” I loudly whisper back.

I have always been patient, when you have a sister like Bianka you have to be, one of her longest recitals lasted up to 3 hours, without counting the time she spend grabbing her things, getting changed, collecting all the roses and bouquets she received, taking pictures with every single friend and teacher, exchanging instagrams with the new people she met there, going back to the changing room because she forgot something, talking to people, arranging post recital gatherings, deciding where they wanted to eat. The whole deal requires patience, and I have it. But not now, not when I have to wait 4 hours for them to finish training.

But magically I did. Bias text came in, telling me to pick them up. I grabbed my stuff, waved goodbye to the old lady at the counter and went to my car. As soon as the engine roars I start to drive, arriving quickly to the building, I text her back. “Outside.” She reads it but doesn’t reply, I wait for about five or eight minutes. When I ear a little tap on the window. I see Nick bending a bit so his face is at my height, I lower the window.

“Hi, is this mini Bia? The uber app says that’s the name of the driver.” He smiles at me, his hair a bit messy and his clothes changed, more casual and relaxed. I roll my eyes at him but a wide smile is painted across my face.

“That’s me, sir. Come in and I’ll take you to your destination.” He laughs and stands straight; he walks over to the copilots’ side and sits besides me. Bia and her friends open the door and rush inside the car laughing and giggling.

“Sorry for being late, there was a spider in the changing room.”

“What?” I say.

“Just drive.” I do as she tell me, I hear them talk and complain and whine about the roll distribution, but Bia seems happy because she got the roll she wanted, Nick did too. So, I offered to buy them all a coffee after we eat, so they can keep chatting and I have an excuse to try and get closer to Nick.

The restaurant they wanted to go was pretty, string lights all over the roof, lots of plants here and there, calm music paying and a nice sweet smell all over the place. We sat down close to a large window, I sat across Nick, besides Bia. Everyone ordered the food and while we waited, I hear Nick talk.

“So… why mini Bi?” he says looking at me with a smile I gulp.

“Once I went to give Bianka something she forgot at the house to her, and her ballet teacher raised her voice at me, she said ‘Bia, why aren’t you changed yet?’ I just looked at her panicked, then Bia rushed to my side and she was shocked, she says we look identical. So, she started to call me mini Bia when we told her I was actually younger that Bianka.” Nick giggles a bit as I talk.

“You two do look alike.” He says.

“I don’t think that.”

“Really? You literally have the same eye and face shape.”

“Yeah, but some people say we look like twins. I think I am a hotter version of her.” Her friends laugh, Nick doesn’t. His eyes narrow and they go from Bia to me, from me to Bia.

“Speaking of twins. Matt yesterday bought 3 packs of sodas with my card. I want to strangle him.”

“Who’s Matt?” I ask.

“Oh, my brother.”

“His hot brother.” One of Bias friend say.

“Shut up, they look like me.”

“I’m not saying you are not hot.”

“You literally said the hot one, implying only he is hot.” Both of them smile at each other as they play fight. Then, like a bucket of iced cold water, Nick says. “Don’t you think I’m hot?” while looking at me dead in the eyes. I freeze.

“Well… I- I don’t think I should say that because I just meet yo- NOT saying that you are not, just I don’t think it’s appropriate and I-“ he laughs even harder, and if my face was red, not I invented a new color with my cheeks.

“I’m just joking.” He puts on of his hands on top of mine. I gulp and let out a sigh. Once again, I get saved by someone else, the waiter comes in without food, I slide my hands out of the table and grab my pants tightly. God, I’m so red.

“You feel good? you are so red; do you need air?” Bia asks, a cheeky smile on her face. I glare at her.

“No, I’m fine.” I try to play it off.

The food was nice, what wasn’t nice was trying to melt every time Nick laughed or looked at me. we had coffee, we laughed more, I got red over and over again. I left them on a mall, everyone got down but Nick who was ‘grabbing his stuff’. He gave me his phone, the contacts app open and the keyboard composed with numbers filling half of the screen. I look up at him surprised. “Just in case I need a ride.”

“You can tell Matt.” I whisper.

“But I can’t go on dates with him, can I?”

“Oh…. Ohhhhh, shit. Yeah, fuck, sorry. I didn’t mean to curse.” I grab the phone out of his hands and type in my phone number and give it back to him, he smiles and gets down of the car when he closes the door and takes a few steps closer to my sister and the group my phone rings. I pick up.

“I had to confirm.” He says.

“I will never give you the wrong number.”

“You better not. See you around.”

“Yeah, have fun.” I smile at him looking at him throw the window, he waves at me and the all walk inside the mall. I bury myself into the steering wheel, god, thanks Bianka.

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[purple-crusader]

Stephcass Week day 2 guys!!! That's the prompt that I wrote about re-writing some time ago. I pivoted from an Earth 3 story to, let's say, medieval setting? A Tangled-like story where Steph has to save her assassin princess from a tower 😙 Hope you guys enjoy this one.

STEPHCASS WEEK Day 2: Alternate Universes

Word count: 1,135

@stephcassweek

Stephanie Brown wanted to do something good for once. She was raised by her single father, Arthur Brown, an important man in the criminal underground of Kingdom of Gothamia, among some of the biggest, filthiest and deadliest men in this corner of the country. Yet, she did not grow up to step into her father's shoes, as much as he wanted her to, she saw how much pain he caused by contacting and helping various rogues and assassins. One day she had enough.

She found out about a hit, that his two loyal men were assigned to do, of retrieving a girl trapped in a secluded tower and taking her to David Cain, "The Orphan-Maker", the deadliest assassin she ever heard of. She knew immediately he would up to no good, so she stolen one of the horses, her father's gear and under the cover of the night, rode to save the girl herself.

She didn't know what to expect, when she heard about a "girl" she thought she'd have to save someone young, maybe a child, which would simplify her plan - get her out of the tower and leave her in an orphanage. It wasn't the most well-thought out plan, but it was at least a good start.

She finally stopped before the tower, after almost a day of non-stop riding. The men who were sent her through her father should get here tommorow, long after she's gone. "Stay here, Spoiler." Steph said to the horse. She walked around the tower, but there was no entrance. Guess she had to climb.

Climbing was an incredible chore, but her training included that, so it wasn't as bad as if she had to do it without being mentally prepared. She finally jumped through the window and looked around the bedroom she got into. A bunch of books were scattered on a bed, there was a a single wardrobe and two doors in here too. She decided to walk towards one of the doors and found herself in a small library. It was pretty lovely, as she observed at first. She didn't have much time for more thinking, as she was soon knocked over in her head, as if someone kicked her... from up above her? As it turned out later, the person who knocked her out hid herself on the top of one of the bookshelves.

Stephanie finally woke up, tied up to a chair. The "little girl" she was supposted to save was looking at her with curiosity. She looked to be around her age, so at least 22 years old. She was Asian, dark hair, thin. Steph couldn't brush off the thought that the woman was also really pretty.

"Soo..." Stephanie begun to talk, "I'm... here to... Save you?" The woman looked at her like she just said it in a different language. "From... David Cain."

The woman's eyes opened up fast, as if the name brought bad memories to her. She started looking around the room, before she picked up one of the books. She opened it and took a little knife from outside. She held it under Steph's throat.

"How do you know about him." She said slowly. Steph begun sweating a bit.

"I- M-my father, A-Arthur B-Brown, he is l-like a m-middle-man who h-hires r-rogues and stuff, if you need some. D-David Ca-ain wanted some guys to get you out of this tower and right t-to him." Steph said as carefully as she could, to not get her throat cut. The dark-haired woman moved away the knife and begun walking around the room (Steph noticed they were in her bedroom now). She moved to the window and looked outside of it. Steph's rope was still hanging. She already sat on the window, ready to slide down with it, when Stephanie screamed, "WAIT!" and the other woman turned at her.

"You can't leave me here! Not after I basically already helped you escape, right? It's my rope you're using now!"

The other woman looked at the rope again and then at Steph. "Yes, it is." She begun to slowly walk down on it, as Stephanie continued her screams.

"YOU'RE NOT GONNA- STOP RIGHT THERE! HAVE SOME DIGNITY! AT LEAST TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK IS HEPPENING HERE!" Cass stopped and got into the room again. She took the knife out and cut the rope she used to tie her hands up. This rope was pretty short and probably the only one she had here, which is why she couldn't escape the tower herself. The dark-haired woman turned to the window yet again and started walking down the rope for the second time, Steph behind her.

She was much faster and way more graceful as she went down, incredibly weird that she had these skills, considering she was just sitting in that tower. Well, she didn't really know how long she was there.

"So how long have you been here?" Stephanie asked. The woman looked down, in thought. "Year, two. Maybe more." She said calmly. "What?! How did you even manage?!"

"I was brought food and water. And books." She said, as she was looking at Spoiler.

"So what's the deal with you? Like you're some kidnapped princess or some?" The woman looked at Steph this time. She started walking towards the woman, before she stood like a feet from her. Their eyes locked.

"I'm Cassandra, David Cain's daughter. He trained me since a child to be a living weapon." Well, Steph could relate to a part of that. Cass got sad now though. "He locked me here to wait before he came back from some important crusade." She turned her back to Stephanie and went to the horse. "I'm not coming back to him." She said as she jumped on the horse. Steph had to stop her there.

"OKAY, OKAY, I see that you really are a loner type!! But don't leave me there!"

"You can walk."

"Haha, you're so funny." Steph said annoyed, as Cass smirked. "At least let me go to the nearest city. It's not like I can go back to my dad now anyway. I disobeyed his orders, going here to save you, give me some credit for that." Cass seemed to understand where she was going from. She shifted a bit to the front in the big saddle, giving Steph a little bit of place. The blonde woman got up there and sat herself behind the dark-haired woman.

"Can you even ride this thing?" Steph said jokingly, as Cass set out and rode twice as fast as she did earlier. She clutched to Cassandra, as they were riding through the meadow, that was near the tower. The wind blew through their hair. It was the first time in quite a while both of the women felt free.

[xoxoladyaz]

I'm Gonna Getcha Good

(Female Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson, Canon Divergence, Originally published on AO3)

A/N: I'm hoping to have updates for the Paramedic series and the final installment of "It Hits Different" up this weekend, but until then, enjoy part one of my series in which Stevie Harrington is just as obsessed with Eddie as he is with her!

“This is getting really sad, Harrington.”

Robin’s voice snaps Stevie out of her stupor, causing her to drop her ice cream scooper on the ground for the third time that day. Shit.

“I mean, seriously, Eddie Munson?”

“I know,” she groans, sparing one last look out into the food court. Eddie didn’t come to Starcourt all that often, but he usually parked himself next to the Jamba Juice with his friends when he did, which meant that Stephanie got to ogle him for the approximate fifteen minutes it took for him to slurp down his smoothie.

“Like, if there’s anyone out there who hates your guts more than me, it’s him,” Robin continues, disbelief coloring her words.

Stevie shut her eyes and exhaled sharply. It’s fine. She’s fine. “I know, Robin.”

“I mean, even if he was into preps, your friends made his life a living hell.” While Stevie normally enjoys listening to whatever Robin feels like rambling about – even though Robin has made it clear that she’s definitely not Stevie’s number one fan – she really, really doesn’t want to have to listen to this. “I’m just saying, maybe you should aim lower. I think Jim the janitor is looking for wife number three.”

Stevie slams her now dirty ice cream scooper into the wash bucket behind the counter with more force than she probably needed to use. Whatever, it shuts Buckley up, and when Stevie declares that she’s going to take the trash out, she doesn’t argue.

By the time Stevie is back in from her errands, Eddie and his friends are long gone.

/////

“Here.”

Stevie glances up from her packed lunch – leftover pizza for the second day in the row because she hasn’t had the energy to cook anything recently and just keeps ordering takeout – to see a sheepish looking Robin Buckley sliding a cup of USS Butterscotch across the small break table towards her.

“What is this?”

“It’s a genuine ‘I’m-sorry-for-being-a-bitch’ sundae.” Robin settles into the chair across from her, still looking a little peaky. “I, uh, definitely went a bit too far yesterday, and I made you upset and I get it, I mean, I’d be upset if someone made fun of me for who I like, and I didn’t know that you really liked him but I should have known because every time he shows up you get these big puppy dog eyes and - ”

“Robin, Robin, stop!” Stevie drops her pizza and holds up her hands. Robin cuts off and flushes bright red. “It’s okay. Really. Besides, if there’s anyone who deserves it, it’s me.”

“I don’t know, Harrington,” Robin replies slowly, and there’s a glimmer in her eyes that Stevie hasn’t seen before. “You keep doing things that sort of blow my mind. I think I might even be starting to like you.”

Stevie can’t help herself from smiling, nor can she stop the snort that leaves her throat. “Are you sure you’re feeling okay? Do you want me to call a doctor?”

“Ha ha, you’re hilarious.” Robin rolls her eyes, but she offers her a small smile in return. “Seriously though, Eddie Munson? Like, have you ever even talked to him?”

“Honestly,” Stevie reaches for her sundae and starts digging in, “I didn’t really notice him until after I graduated.”

“Really?” Robin scoffs. “He’s kind of hard to miss.”

Stevie shrugs. “I don’t know, I didn’t really care about anyone outside of Tommy and Carol when I was friends with them, and then after Barb died I felt like I was barely able to care about myself.”

Robin doesn’t say anything, so Stevie pulls her gaze away from her quickly diminishing sundae and towards her coworker. “What?”

“Are you, I don’t know, are you okay?”

Stevie feels herself relax which, huh, she didn’t even know she was tense. “I think so. Graduating helped. Finally getting away from Tommy and Carol and Billy Hargrove helped. Deciding to go to cosmetology school helped. And the kids - ” Stevie breaks off with a fond laugh, “the kids help a lot too.”

“Huh.” Robin is still just sort of looking at her, and that glimmer in her eyes is brighter. “Well, I’m jealous you got out of there. I still have a year left.”

“Ehh, you’ll have a better senior year than I did,” Stevie shrugs again.

“Seeing as Billy Hargrove isn’t obsessed with me, yeah, you’re probably right.”

“Just break a plate on his head, that’ll fix that.”

Now Robin’s eyes are so wide, they’re practically popping out of her head. “What?!”

Stevie bursts into laughter and yeah, Stevie thinks she’s starting to like Robin Buckley.

/////

“I still don’t get it.”

It’s been nine days since Stevie’s last Eddie Munson sighting and eight days since Robin and Stevie made up over some USS Butterscotch, and this time when Eddie and his friends sprawl around their usual table, Robin joins Stevie in her watching.

“Did you have some sort of awakening after watching The Breakfast Club or something?”

Stevie frowns, but she doesn’t pull her eyes away from Eddie. “What breakfast club?”

“You haven’t seen – no, you know what, I’m not going to let you change the subject this time. Why Eddie Munson?”

Eddie throws his head back, laughing wildly, and Stevie is suddenly wildly jealous that she’s not the one sitting at the table making him laugh.

“Stevie. Dingus.” Robin jabs her in the side and Stevie hisses but it’s a success, she’s paying attention to Robin now. “Why. Eddie. Munson.”

“I just – I don’t know,” Stevie sighs, rubbing her now sore ribcage, thank you Robin Buckley. “He just so alive and outgoing and real. And I dunno, I think it’s kind of sweet that he adopts all the weird loner kids at school, and I like his curly hair and his leather jacket - ”

“Stevie.”

“ – and that weird jean jacket vest thing that he always wears, and the rings on his hands, and his hands, his hands are huge and did you know that he can play the guitar because apparently he can play the guitar, I saw his friend putting up a sign for some band that he’s in - ”

“Stevie.”

“ – and he has such pretty eyes and a gorgeous smile and God his arms, have you seen his arms when he rolls his sleeves up - ”

“STEVIE.”

“ – and I want to drink smoothies with him and go to the movies with him and make out in his crappy van with him and then take him home and tie him to my - ”

“STEVIE!” Robin shrieks, smacking her hand across Stevie’s mouth, and it’s loud enough to draw the attention of the sophomores passing by the shop. Robin waves along with her other hand, and they shoot the pair weird looks, but they move past.

“First of all,” Robin finally says as she drops her hands from Stevie’s mouth, “never talk to me about the disgusting sex you want to have with Eddie Munson ever again, I will have literal nightmares about what you told me.”

“But - ”

“NIGHTMARES, Harrington! And second of all, Christ, I knew you had it bad, but I didn’t know you had it that bad.”

Stevie can feel herself blushing bright, bright red. “No I don’t.”

Robin just blinks at her. “Oh, really?”

“Really.”

“So you’d be able to talk to him like a normal person then?”

Stevie nods even though on the inside she is screaming NO NOPE NO WAY ABSOLUTELY NOT.

“Great, because he’s coming in here.”

Apparently her flight instincts don’t kick in when fighting interdimensional monsters, but they do kick in when Eddie Munson is within talking distance, because she’s dropping onto the floor and crawling underneath the counter before she can realize that’s precisely what she’s doing.

“Uh huh. Totally normal.” Stevie glances up at Robin and yep, Robin looks about as unimpressed as her tone. “I lied, by the way. He and his friends just left the food court.”

“Blergh.” Stevie knocks her head back against the counter and sighs. Robin shows her mercy, though, and lets her sit there and recover for five minutes until the kids come charging in, wanting Stevie to let them sneak into another movie which she does because she’s a pushover. Worrying about the kids is enough to get Eddie Munson off her mind, at least for now.

/////

If cosmetology school doesn’t end up working out, maybe Stevie should join the secret service or something because hey, she’s really good at surviving Russian torture. She can almost imagine the look on her father’s face if she added that to the resumé he continuously tailors on her behalf. Suck it, Dad.

(She might be a little high still.)

“I’d be a great secret agent,” she tells Robin, although Robin is still puking her guts up in the toilet next to her and probably isn’t listening. “Like James Bond. And Henderson could be Q!”

“Ugh,” Robin finally moans, “how do you know James Bond characters well enough to name them?”

“Uh, because my dad is obsessed with the movies, they’re, like, the only thing he watches when he’s home.”

“That sounds awful.”

“Ehh, Sean Connery is sort of hot. I like his accent.”

Robin makes a fake retching sound. “That is the worst thing you’ve ever said, ever.”

“Oh come on, are you telling me Connery doesn’t do it for you at least a little bit?”

“First of all,” Robin snorts, “he’s old enough to be my father, and second of all no, he doesn’t do it for me. I’m more of a Honey Ryder girl,” Robin sighs out, and then she falls quiet, too quiet.

Oh.

Oh.

“Well,” Stevie starts slowly, because she only has one shot at this, “your opinion is definitely wrong, because Solitaire is obviously the better choice.”

Robin sputters, and then she’s laughing, and Stevie tucks and rolls underneath the stall until she’s sitting across from Robin, and then they’re both laughing.

“Are you seriously arguing with the lesbian, dingus? Honey Ryder in that bikini is so fucking hot!”

“Uh, yeah, but she’s no Jane fucking Seymour, Robin!”

/////

Russian torture definitely sucks, but Stevie emerges on the other side with Robin Buckley as a best friend, and for Robin? She’d be tortured by a million Russians.

She’s really glad Robin is there in the aftermath. She’s a good distraction, goading Stevie into more arguments about James Bond and Bond girls and other movies when they finally run out of Bond films to talk about, and having Robin’s voice fill up the silence helps, especially on those nights when she can’t fall asleep without seeing Billy Hargrove’s corpse, or seeing the look on El’s face when she finds out that the chief isn’t coming back this time.

She doesn’t miss the mall. She doesn’t miss Scoops and its shitty customers and its even shittier uniform. She doesn’t miss Robin, because they’re working at Family Video together every day now. But in those moments where she lets herself not feel guilty for missing anything at the mall – which are few and far between, because everything has been tainted by Russians and by death – she lets herself miss the time she spent watching Eddie Munson from afar.

But then one day, Dustin Henderson walks into Family Video wearing a familiar baseball-styled tee, emblazoned with a large demon, and suddenly her days of watching Eddie Munson from afar are back, and it’s all going to be totally fine.

/////

It is not totally fine.

It is not totally fine, because now that Dustin and Mike and Lucas are in Eddie’s little club, they will not stop talking about it. More specifically, they will not stop talking about Eddie, and how cool he is, and how awesome his hair is, and did you know he’s in a band and he can play the guitar, Stevie, why don’t you play the guitarand he listens to metal music and it’s the coolest shit ever, stop telling me not to swear Stevie, you’re not my mom and Eddie’s really smart, actually, he’s just too smart for the school system and Eddie just wrote the most incredible campaign Stevie, you should have been there, and Stevie is about three seconds away from pulling her perfectly coiffed hair out of her head.

“Is this revenge?” Stevie moans, her face buried in the pile of recent returns.

“Yes, and it is so, so sweet,” Robin sings happily from behind her.

“ – was actually a lich the entire time – are you even listening?” Henderson’s outraged voice squawks from across the counter. Stevie sighs and forces herself to look over at him.

“Yeah, yeah, something about a barhop – ”

“Barkeep - ”

“ – and it turns out he was a witch the whole time?”

“ – a lich, Stevie, a lich – God, why am I even trying? Eddie was right, he said you’d never be able to appreciate the intricate world of D&D!”

Stevie feels herself gape at Dustin, because not only is apparently Dustin Henderson talking with Eddie about her, Eddie apparently doesn’t think she can appreciate D&D? Which, he’s not totally wrong, there are a lot of rules and things she doesn’t understand and she’s really bad at words, which Robin says is because she’s dyslexic, but she does actually try to understand what Dustin is talking about. It just – it makes her stomach feel icky, knowing that whatever Eddie said probably isn’t as nice as what Dustin said, and Dustin is rarely nice when he’s in one of his moods.

Robin, bless her, is apparently offended on Stevie’s behalf, and so she steps up to the plate when it becomes clear that Stevie is speechless. “Please tell Munson that he can judge other people’s capacity for decoding nonsense when he’s going to school full time and has an actual job.”

“And migraines,” Stevie adds in. “Lots of migraines.”

Dustin, at least, manages to look a little sheepish. “Sorry, Stevie. It’s just really exciting to be in Hellfire right now!”

“I know.” Stevie manages her best fond smile, even though she still feels unsettled on the inside. “I’m really happy for you, Henderson. So, how did you fight the lich?”

/////

The thing with Dustin Henderson is if you give him an inch, he’ll take forty-thousand miles, so now Stevie is treated to an hour-long play by play after every single Hellfire session wherein Dustin praises Eddie’s genius and how hard and intense the game is and you should really give it a chance, Stevie.

“Henderson,” Stevie finally cuts him off one Saturday morning. He’s cornered her behind the counter at Family Video after instructing Mike and Lucas to pick a good movie for once in their goddamn lives. Robin abandoned her to trail after the boys (traitor), and after twenty minutes of Dustin talking about the wondrous biology of acid frogs, Stevie’s patience is wearing thin. “I love you. You’re the son I never had.”

“You’re nineteen.”

“Exactly,” she nods, “the son I never had. But if I hear another word about the many uses of an acid toad’s bowel movements - ”

“Acid frog Stevie, weren’t you listening?!”

“ – I am going to lose my mind,” Stevie finishes calmly. (Much more calmly than the situation warranted, in her opinion.)

“This is important information, Stevie!”

“Dustin, how is this possibly important information?”

The bell above the door rings, signaling a customer has entered, but Robin greets them before Stevie gets a chance to. (Not that Dustin would give her the chance to, judging by how furrowed his brow is. He only gets that annoyed little squiggle in the center of his forehead when he’s about to launch into his most passionate speeches.)

“Because these are important things to know, Stevie!”

“Okay, Dustin, I hate to break it to you, but acid frogs aren’t real.”

Dustin snorts. “That’s not true, actually, the acid frogs of Eastern Australia are an endangered species - ”

“You know that’s not what I mean, Dustin!” Stevie throws her hands up in the air. “Your fantasy acid frogs aren’t real.”

“Don’t waste your breath, Henderson,” a nice voice speaks from behind Dustin. Dustin grins at the sound and turns to face the speaker. Stevie, meanwhile, freezes in place, a shiver running up her spine. “Such truths are wasted on the unenlightened.”

Eddie Munson strolls up to the counter, dropping his hand on Dustin’s shoulder and shooting her an icy smirk. “Well, well. If it isn’t the former Queen of Hawkins High. How does it feel to be one of the common folk, your majesty?”

A pair of snorts (coming from a pair of boys in matching Hellfire shirts whose names she can’t recall) trail Eddie’s proclamation, followed by Mike’s laughter from the back of the store. Dustin, the traitor, just shoots Stevie a smug grin.

(And look, she’s not panicking, okay? She’s not. It’s just that this is the first time that she’s ever talked to Eddie Munson, at least in recent memory, and it’s already off to kind of a bad start, and honestly he’s being kind of an asshole right now but ugh she still likes him and wants this to go well, why does she care so much about wanting this to go well?

Breathe, breaths, in, out. Robin rounds the corner and shoots her a worried look, but Stevie just shakes her head. She’s turned worse situations around. She can do this.)

“I don’t think there’s anything common about you, Munson,” Stevie replies, shifting her weight forward onto her right foot so now she’s leaning forward. “But I’m doing pretty well today. Or I was, until someone,” she glances quickly at Dustin before looking back at Eddie, “decided to spend fifteen minutes teaching me the seven best uses for acid frog excrement.”

“It was disgusting,” Robin chimes in as she joins Stevie behind the counter. “And also a little bit concerning, if I’m being totally honest. Like, that’s a lot of time to spend thinking about fake frog turds.”

Eddie blinks at them once, twice, before the smirk falls off his face and he collapses forward with a groan, removing his hand from Dustin’s shoulder so he can drop his head into it instead. “Really, Henderson? Has our kind not suffered enough?”

Dustin huffs out a breath. “It’s important information!”

“And I’m truly honored that you want to share it with me. I am,” Stevie cuts him off before he can continue. “I love our mother-son bonding time.”

“I’m not your son.”

“But I think I’ll go to your father if I have any questions about DND in the future, okay?” Stevie finishes, and she can barely stop herself from grinning, especially when she starts to hear Robin choke behind her.

Dustin just looks confused now. “My father?”

“Yep.” Stevie lets herself grin now and returns her gaze to Eddie Munson, who’s looking over at her now with a confused expression on his face. “Which reminds me, what’s the difference between wizards and sorcerers again? I can never keep it straight.”

Eddie drops his hand and gapes at her. Like, his jaw is practically on the ground. He backs up, away from the store counter and spins around once to look behind him (at his friends, who are also looking equally confused) before turning back around. “I’m sorry, are you – me?”

Stevie shifts closer to him, resting her chin on her hand so she’s gazing up at him. “I don’t see any other dungeon masters around here, do you?”

“What is happening right now,” Dustin murmurs out, and it’s not quite a question or a statement.

“Go play with your friends, Henderson, Mommy and Daddy are talking.”

“I – Mommy and Daddy?!” And now Henderson is shrieking, and Mike is poking his head out from behind the stacks to shoot them a glare, and Robin is trying really hard to cover up her laugh with her cough, and Eddie? Eddie is flushed bright red and just staring at her.

“So, yeah, wizards and sorcerers. I know there’s a difference, I can just never keep them straight. And since Dustin says you know the most about DND out of anyone, I might as well take lessons from the best, huh?”

“Oh my God. Oh my GOD!” Dustin is practically shrieking, and then Robin’s running around the counter and pulling him towards Mike and Lucas, ignoring his protesting.

“I – you – what? What?!” Now it’s Eddie’s turn to squawk.

“Also, I’m really glad you came in today. I mean, it probably was for a movie because, you know, Family Video,” Stevie waves her free hand around, “but I’ve been waiting for an opportunity like this to come up.”

“An opportunity for what?” Eddie parrots back slowly.

“To flirt with you, obviously.”

“Obviously – obviously? Obviously?!”

“Yeah, obviously. I didn’t get a chance at the mall because you never came into Scoops,” and okay, she wasn’t planning on laying it all out on the line here, but Eddie’s looking increasingly like he’s two seconds away from running and she’d really prefer it if he at least believed her when he ran away, “which was annoying because our ice cream was way better than Jamba Juice anyways - ”

“What?”

“ – and the kids have been talking about you non-stop for the last three months, and it really means a lot that you took them under your wing, and, I mean, I already thought you were hot - ”

“WHAT?!”

“ – and judging by the handcuffs on your belt, I think it’s safe to say we have things in common outside of the kids. And I might not be like naturally interested in DND or whatever, but I’d let you be my dungeon master anytime,” she finishes with a wink and yep, she broke him. He’s frozen and flushed she really, really wants to see just how far down that blush goes.

The taller of his friends – Jeff, that’s his name – walks forward and grabs Eddie’s arm. “This isn’t some sort of joke, right?”

“Nope!” Robin calls out before sliding to a stop in front of the counter. “She’s been crushing on him for months. It’s honestly been sort of pathetic.”

“Gee, thanks Robin,” Stevie rolls her eyes. Reaching for a nearby receipt, Stevie grabs a pen and quickly scribbles her number on the back. “Here’s my number. I’m home most nights after seven and I have every other weekend free. Make sure he calls me if he’s interested,” she finishes up with a click of her pen, and then she’s passing the phone number to Jeff.

Jeff smiles at her, a small, shy sort of smile. “I will. C’mon, Munson. Let’s go before your face freezes that way."

He grabs hold of Eddie with his free hand – Eddie, who’s still flushed and staring at her – and he motions for their other friend to grab his other arm, and with that, the trio of Hellfire boys leave Family Video.

“That was the worst thing I’ve ever heard,” Mike announces as soon as the door shuts, approaching the counter with a sour look on his face.

“I didn’t know you had game like that, Stevie!” Lucas crows, laughing at the sour look on Mike’s face. Dustin, on the other hand? Dustin looks as shellshocked as Eddie did.

“You – you’re into Eddie?”

“That’s an understatement,” Robin snorts. “Seriously, though, that was intense. I thought you were going to flirt with him, not kill him.”

“What?” Stevie shoots back defensively. “He wasn’t getting that I was serious and I wanted to make sure he knew that.”

“Don’t worry, we all know it,” Mike gags, and it’s enough to set Lucas off into giggles again.

“You’re into Eddie,” Dustin repeats, and then all of a sudden he’s beaming. “You like Eddie! This is PERFECT!”

“Oh, no, no, no! Dustin!” Mike groans, but Dustin is already running out the door.

“Don’t worry, Stevie! We’ll make sure true love prevails!”

“God, do we have to?” Mike whines again, but he dutifully follows Dustin out the door. Lucas shoots Stevie another wink and laughs before following suit, and then it’s just Robin and Stevie in an otherwise empty Family Video.

“That was probably a bit much.”

“Nah,” Robin shakes her head with a laugh. “It would take a lot for anyone to be ‘too much’ for Eddie Munson. He’s into you, dingus.”

“You think so?”

Robin knocks her head against Stevie’s. “I bet you five bucks he asks you out by next Saturday.”

“You’re on.”

/////

Three days later, Eddie Munson leaves Family Video with a wide grin on his face, and Stevie is too busy dancing around in excitement to feel too badly about her five dollars that are making a new home in Robin’s wallet.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Tim,Steph,Duke and Jason love hotpot but Bruce and Damian would definitely hate it not the food but the experience and there’s Dick and Cas just there cuz they get to spent time with the family

A fun fact about me is that I don’t like hotpot, I’ve tried multiple times to enjoy it but I just couldn’t. I formally apologise to all hotpot enjoyers for my blasphemy.

A dinner time with the family would be awkward at least, so it would provably but some off from eating their hotpot.

Tim, Steph, Duke and Jason eat hotpot like it’s going out of style, literally they’d eat hotpot all the time if they could.

Dick and Cass would just be happy to be there like you said anon. It’s not often that they get to get together with their family and when they did, they are the main talkers at the table along with Stephanie and Duke, meanwhile the likes of Jason, Tim, Bruce and Damian are more or less likely to either eat to keep their thoughts to themselves or stay silent and almost pick at their food.

Meanwhile Bruce and Damian can’t find it within themselves to enjoy the food without feeling the awkward tension within the room. It’s so obvious that they think Dick and Cassandra are just speaking as to avoid acknowledging it, whether or not this worked is up to you.

Is can either be awkward with no one talking depending who’s at the table or it can be bright and vibrant (again depending on who’s at the table)

The Waynes were in no ways a perfect family but what can you expect when most of them are emotionally stunted and or dealing with other things that make connecting to each other just that little bit harder.

I’m familiar with awkward family dinners myself as I’m unable to enjoy the food I’m eating in due to the depressing, dull nature of the family dinner that’s main conversations were complaints, and or talking about other people’s drama on my grandmother from my dads side. (we don’t like her very much)

[creativemorningsvirginiabeach]

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Anita is a creative producer, community builder and strategic partner. She currently leads Special Projects at YELLOW.

She is passionate about building impactful initiatives through a multi-disciplinary approach and has led MarComm projects on local, national, and global scales. With over 20 years of leadership in brand development and social impact campaigns, Anita has led initiatives and special projects for Gordon Ramsay, Zaha Hadid and spent 7 years honing her craft at Louis Vuitton Europe, Louis Vuitton Americas and thereafter independently for brands across the LVMH and Kering portfolios, as well as a range of Fortune 500 organizations.

As a graduate of the Scripps Howard School of Journalism and Communications at Hampton University, TV Host and Producer Stephanie (Steph) Walters has edified her skills in journalism, storytelling, and production through education and experience. From moderating empowerment and lifestyle panels and hosting at music festivals and conferences, to covering fashion week shows and reporting on live red carpets, Stephanie is a dynamic talent who brings out the depth and intriguing personality in those she interviews. Following college, Stephanie became the co-host of ‘The View From Hampton U’ and created her own lifestyle TV show, Montage, airing on several public access stations around the country including Atlanta (GA), Washington, D.C., Manhattan (NY), and Fresno (CA). Stephanie frequently hosts fashion, beauty, empowerment and food lifestyle TV segments on local and national NBC, FOX, and CBS affiliates. Stephanie is the creator and host of Before Brunch, a television show with a mission of women ‘Pouring Into Each Other, Then Their Glasses.’ Believing that we are all connected in some way, Steph has purposed Before Brunch as a space for women to not feel like they’re alone in their thinking, current state of life, or their past experiences, engaging guests in thought-provoking conversations that we typically have behind closed doors.

Alongside her media career, Stephanie is also the Director of Engagement & Communications for YELLOW, a 501©(3) non-profit founded by musician, producer, and philanthropist Pharrell Williams whose mission is to EVEN THE ODDS through education. In her role at YELLOW, Stephanie is responsible for establishing and maintaining relationships between community and civic organizations; developing and implementing special projects at the local and national level; creating hyperlocal community activations; and curating YELLOW’s digital footprint and internal and external press, currently hosting their conversation series, Bright Sparks Live, which has now expanded to different parts of the United States and has been hosted at Netflix Studios (Fall 2023) and SXSWEdu (Spring 2024). Stephanie’s skills have been displayed locally and nationally: she was the host for More Than The Music conversations for Pharrell’s inaugural Something In The Water Festival (SITW and; host of the It Takes a Community conversations in Washington D.C. at the 2nd annual SITW; a host, moderator, and Voice of God for the Mighty Dream Forum; a 2021 panel host for the National Urban League’s Annual Conference; a red carpet correspondent for Philo TV at TVOne’s 2024 Urban One Honors; and moderator for Starz’s Take The Lead: Transparency Talks, to name a few. She also served as the Head of Media Relations + Communications for the inaugural Cousinz Festival in Norfolk, VA, co-founded by rappers Pusha T and Fam-Lay. In August 2023, Stephanie launched her company, Dream Pusher, which is a story-telling + vision-building studio to help women reclaim and accomplish their dreams through content creation, media training, and lifestyle and empowerment workshops, now located inside The Mustard Seed Place. Stephanie is a 2021 inductee in Hampton University’s 40 Under 40; a member of Norfolk State University’s School of Education Advisory Board; an Advisory Board Member of the Cash In Grad Out Foundation; and a member of Delta Sigma Theta Sorority, Inc. and GirlFriends, Inc.

[vortexhq]

greetings from fairewoods, california! we hope you're having a wonderful time, stephanie brown ( detective comics ), here in our little sanctuary! make sure you read the checklist, and we'll be sending you the discord link through ims! welcome to a land where everyone gets their happy ever after, vix!

{ detective comics ( comics, canon, ca). MADELYN CLINE; she/her; cis woman. } — do you hear that? it sounds like ( MANEATER ) by ( nelly furtado​​ ). i think i heard ( stephanie brown ) playing this before. have you met them yet? they’re a ( twenty-three ) year old ( nurse ), and they’re usually always hanging around ( karma coffee ). they’re known around town for ( her ability to turn anything into a ||weapon|| ); fitting for them, since they’re so ( upbeat ) yet ( intense ). they’re sort of associated with ( the compulsive need to prove her worth to those around her, the smell of freshly made waffles, and the addictive feeling of coming down from adrenaline ) which makes total sense when you get to know them. i wonder how they’ve been doing lately; last i heard from them, they were telling me about a dream they had? something about ( faking her ||death|| ), but i’m not sure what they were talking about. they always do tell the strangest stories… // [ VIX, 26/ est, she/her. ]

[klarolinedrabbles]

candice has had three people connected with roswell new mexico on her podcast do you think it’s just a coincidence or might she show up on the show?

I’m assuming one is Trevino, and one is Carina? Because if so, I wouldn’t really categorize either under that category. Like yes they’re both tied to that show, but they’re people who are good friends of hers. 

[kirigaya-art]

So tired of people just picking a feminine/masculine version of a characters name to make them trans....... *big sigh*

[shesmydoct0r]

the twitter thread of Stephanie J Block learning teen slang is the reason i’m functioning as a human person this week and honestly i’m proud of her

[frostbittenbucky]

Brucie Wayne during an interview

Interviewer: “mr. Wayne, it’s not a secret that you adore your children, but you’re don’t speak about them too often. Do you mind if you can give us a little comment?”

Brucie:: “of course! I’d love too” *magnificent smile*

Interviewer: “let’s start with your oldest, Dick”

*flashback to Dick doing a somersault off an 8 story building just because*

Brucie: “Dick’s very spontaneous and adventurous. Life in the circus made him a hand full as a child, as an adult I think he likes to stay connected to his roots, hence his online performances”

Interviewer: *nods* “Jason? I know that might be one you’d want to skip, Mr. Wayne”

*flash back to that morning, Jason and Bruce having a screaming match*

Bruce: “Hamlets mai- listen! Hamlets main theme is revenge itself is deadly. You of all people- Stop talking over me!”

Jason: “‘you must be proud, bold, pleasant, resolute, and now and then stab, as occasion serves!’”

Bruce: “don’t you dare quote Marlowe in this house, you know how Alfred feels about his works”

Jason: “fine, ‘When the bad bleeds, then is the tragedy good’”

Bruce: “listen here, you li-“

Brucie: *grimaces* “Jay loved literature, when I hear one of his favorite quotes I can almost hear him saying it himself. There are times I feel his presence when I look at the things he loved, it’s almost enough to forget he’s gone.”

Interviewer: *understanding* “your son Tim has recently made some big changes for your company, Mr.Wayne. You must have a lot of faith in his decision making”

*flashback to Tim and Kon coming into the manor late*

Tim: “hey B, Kon and I were thinking of using a shopping cart to go down that hill around the end of the street”

Bruce: “absolutely not. Why would you consider that?”

Tim and Kon: *share a look*

Bruce: “you already did it.”

Tim: “my wrist is definitely broken.”

Brucie: *loosing the light behind his eyes* “he’s never made a wrong choice yet”

Interviewer: “there’s been some speculation that your son Damian is your biological son, would you like to address that?”

*flashback to every time Damian said he was the blood son in public, his username is literally bloodson on all platforms*

Brucie: *losing smile getting a pained look* “ah, we don’t don’t say biological or adopted in our household, we don’t believe it makes a difference. Nobody is better than anyone, blood or not they’re all my children.”

Interviewer: “beautifully put, how’s your newest addition, Duke, handling the change?”

Bruce: *thousand yard stare*

*flashbacks. Just varying flashbacks*

*duke and the potato gun*

*duke signal beating the riddlers face in during broad daylight*

*duke filling the hot tub with an entire bottle of bubble bath soap*

*duke helping Damian bring home a 300lbs pig*

*duke tripping at a gala and destroying a $6,000 ice sculpture*

*duke wearing sequence shorts*

*Duke taking Bruce’s Ray-Bans and replacing them with Barbie sunglasses*

*Duke tasing himself so he could win a dare*

Bruce: “he’s a very confident young man.”

Interviewer: “and your daughter, Cassandra, has been making headlines recently, I didn’t know she could fight”

*flashback to Cassandra at a gala that was being crashed*

Cass: “dad, tired.”

Bruce: “I know, as soon as they’re done we can go”

Cas: “no. They will leave now”

Bruce: “Cas- oh god”

Bruce: *swallowing* “yea- uh, those... those self defense classes really paid off...”

Interviewer: “they definitely did. Now what is Stephanie’s role in your family? Has she been adopted?”

Bruce: “Stephanie is a plague that will not be removed. The only roll she fulfills is telling me all my outfits look awful and occasionally helping me apply eyeliner”

Interviewer: “oh I-“

Bruce: “I love her dearly”

[whalehouse1]

Alright but there’s been abductions of 16-24 year old women of some exact height. Batman and co. have no leads until one day Tim sees a girl dressed just like Alice from Wonderland. I mean the talking, outfit, hair, everything except he can make out the faint scars on her face and there’s something off about her, like she’s not even really there. He gets her prints and runs them and they see she’s one of the kidnapped victims and more than that, looked nothing like Alice at all. They figure it must be the Mad Hatter and figure their best bet, is to send in Steph for an undercover mission. She is a bit taller than kidnap victims but they dressed her up as Alice and sent her out. It isn’t long until the MH’s goons grab her but she notices something about them. They’re dollotrons. She is not going to go through with a visit to the professor. She fights them off and leaves a tracker on one as she breaks off and they only stop the chase once she breaks into the main streets. She goes into an open building and curls up her legs to her chest on the first chair she sees. Then over the com, “Spoiler? Report in. What’s happening? Your tracker and location aren’t in the same position.” Stephanie wipes her face before answering, “It’s Pygg. The tracker is on one of his dollotrons…sorry, I ran off after I placed the tracker on the one…I-” She hears Bruce but doesn’t make out the words that are being said. She’s been kidnapped before, been held hostage by some of the most vile rogues Gotham has ever birthed in its accursed underworld. She’s been hurt before. But, Pygg, what he does to his victims…she was never able to sleep well after having to deal with his “perfections”. “Spoiler?” She hears her code name but that’s all, she doesn’t know why she’s this shaken. Not much later, Tim enters the building and squats in front of her, “Spoiler, you’re safe you know that?” She starts crying, “There were so many of them! I don’t know how I broke away! I compromised the mission!” Tim grabs her hand and squeezes it, “Batman, Black Bat and Robin are going to where the van went. They’ll capture Pygg and do what they can for the survivors. Spoiler, do you want to go back to the cave or home?” “Ca-cave, I need to apologize to Batman.” Tim chuckles. She doesn’t know why, but she chalks it up to him trying to cheer her up by laughing at her. She kicks him lightly, “Don’t laugh at me jerk.” Tim stands up, pulling her up with him, “You didn’t hear a thing he said to you, did you?” Steph shakes her head. “He said you did a good job and did the right thing. He’s happy you’re safe. We’re all happy you’re safe. Now let’s get back to the cave.”

-At the cave-

Bruce walks in and takes off the cowl as Cass peels of her mask along with her youngest brother. “Brown, I see that you are fine. Are you capable of speech yet?” Stephanie runs up and hugs Bruce, apologizing as she buries her head into his chest. To her surprise, she feels a pat of her head. “You did a good job Steph. Anyways, it was much better than if you had been taken.” “Why? Wasn’t the plan to go undercover and relay you the info?” “Mad Hatter.” Cass’s words come as a shock to her, “What do you mean?” Bruce letting her keep hugging him tells her. “Jarvis had managed to get ahold of Pygg which is why the dollotrons all looked like Alice. They’re both in custody and we saved five women.” “But there were-” Damian scoffs, interrupting, “5 is better than none Brown and it’s not including you, so that’s 6 that didn’t get killed. So take the W as Drake and Thomas say.”

[sleepy-achilles]

So wrestlemania 23 Dad vs son.

How did everyone feel before, during and after the match?

Awe? Disbelief? Omg dad is awesome! John is awesome!

Now this. This is good. Because I had a reason to rewatch this match. (Despite their match in London being way better than their wrestlemania one, it's still good)

The Family of Destruction- Fighting Family

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"No support? Seriously?" John asks. "You want me to go against my own papa? Cmon now Johnny boy" Leon huffs leaning back in his chair. "I just want some advice. I've never fought Pa at wrestlemania" John sighs. "An I have?" Leon asks confused, cocking his eyebrow at the older man. "No but you've fought taker at wrestlemania" "I wouldn't really call that a fight. We were on the same team" "Are you only saying that because you got betrayed or injuried?" John asks. "I was out for nearly a year because kane forgot i was a fifteen year old boy." Leon huffs. "For someone who was born in this company it is quite impressive that you've never lost." John comments. "I mean yeah but one day the fans will get tired of it" Leon shrugs.

"Back to my main problem" John sighs. "Its not a problem. Just know you ain't facing papa in that ring, you are facing hbk. Its wrestlemania, he will put on a show that, win or lose, the fans will only talk about him years to come" Leon tells him. "God we are tag team partners. We shouldn't be doing this" John groans tilting his head back. Leon chuckles. "If it makes you feel better cas has money on you winning. Her, hunter and steph will be sat front row, hard cam side." Leon shrugs. "Do you have money on me?" John asks. Leon looks at him. "I know pa doesn't want any big time belt anymore. But if he sees an opening he will take it." Leon explains. John nods. "So don't give him a opening. I got it." "Oh and watch out for his slap. It's a real bitch." Leon huffs standing up.

Shawn and Leon have had their fair fights. Of course they have. Their like a more heartbreaking kane and taker. Nothing hurts the fans like father vs son. It's the reason John's came to Leon and not taker. "He won't see you as his son. He'll see you as just another superstar." Leon tells him. John nods. "And god he has a flithy mouth. He can trash talk. Don't let it get to you." Leon chuckles. "Noted." John smiles. "Just give him a hug once it's over. Back stage or in the ring. Help bring him out of whatever mind state it'll put him in. And...ah fuck it. Stay safe, both of you." Leon yawns. He has a match before theirs, defending his darkness title against the boogeyman.

"Leon?" John asks as his baby brother starts to leave. "Yeah?" Leon asks looking back at him. "Thank you" John smiles. Leon huffs. "Dont make me regret it nerd" Leon grunts before walking out. John can't help but smile. His brother wasn't a bastard all the time. Just some.

--

John jogs on the spot as he warms up. The show is starting soon. Which means he will be fighting his Papa soon. "Hey johnny" cassie smiles as she walks in with taker. "Hey bug, dad" John smiles. "I know you've gotta warm up, I do too, but she wanted to say hi to everyone before the show" Taker explains. "Its all good. How's pa?" John asks. "Excited. He reckons yall will make magic tonight" Taker chuckles. "I hope so" John huffs. "Youll do amazing! Don't tell papa but I reckon you'll win!" Cassie smiles. "Ill try my hardest for you bug" John smiles as she hugs him. "Just don't hurt each other too bad." Cassie smiles. "I promise" John nods as Stephanie walks in. "Cmon bug we gotta get to our seats, especially if you wanna watch lee" steph calls. "Okay! Bye daddy! Bye Johnny! Good luck and have fun!" Cassie calls before running off.

Taker looks at John. "Hes gonna use the fact he's your father against you. Don't let him. Take it from me, he will feed off your failures, he will fight dirty and he will play mind games" Taker warns him. John's eyes widen. Takers giving him advice? "Play him at his own game kid" Taker smirks. "The moment you see a weakness? Don't let it hide. Play on it. Use it. That man is a different breed at wrestlemania" Taker explains. "Thanks dad" John smiles. "Anytime son. And hey, hunter owes me 50 if you win so, win it for me yeah? Knock the show stoppa down a few pegs" Taker smirks. "How much you got on shawn winning?" John asks. "Oh cmon John, happy husband, happy life. I owe Leon 100 if he wins." Taker chuckles. "No way Leon will give you 100!" John scoffs. "He bet hunter 100 you'd win" Taker smirks. "So if I win you gain 150 and Leon loses nothing. If I lose Leon still loses nothing." John chuckles. "Hes smart. Gotta give him that." Taker chuckles. "Look, forget the nerves. Just have fun tonight. That's all that matters." Taker tells him. John nods. "Thanks" "Anytime. I've gotta get ready, see you later" Taker stretches as he walks out.

John's nerves were starting to lessen.

--

"Johnny!" Shawn calls. John pauses and looks at his Papa. "Hey pa" John smiles. "I just wanted to say. No matter what happens tonight, I don't mean it and I love you" shawn chuckles. "I love you too pa" John smiles. Shawn cups his face. "Its about having fun, alright? It's wrestlemania, we go out there and blow their minds. Whatever it takes." Shawn smiles. John nods. "Oh and don't take it easy on me or I'll make sure sweetchin music hurts more than normal" Shawn smirks patting John's cheek. John chuckles. "Im sure after whatever hell you have planned for me my morals will fade" John jokes. "Good. I'll deliver hell straight away" Shawn smirks pulling back. "See ya out there partner" Shawn nods before jogging off.

John was feeling good.

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Leon huffs as he kicks his feet up onto the barrier. "Glad you could join us" hunter smirks as Leon adjusts the ice pack on his head. "Yeah yeah, couldn't miss your face when you find out you have to pay me 100" Leon smirks. "Shawn is winning this" hunter snaps. "Johnny's got it" cassie smiles as her daddy joins them. "What happened to you?" Taker asks from besides Leon. Leon glances at taker who's holding a icepack against his ribs. "What happened to you?" Leon mocks. Taker chuckles. "Hey daddy" cassie smiles moving to her fathers lap. Cassie smiles and waves as shawn blows her a kiss and mouths I love you. "She was chanting and cheering for you both, the entire match" Stephanie smiles. "We heard. Trust me" Leon yawns as the match begins.

Luckily, the glares both Leon and taker gave fans got the stars some peace to watch the match in. So they truly could focus on the match.

"Ooo I knew he'd do it" Leon huffs as shawn slaps John. "Mean swing on him that one." Taker shivers. "Yeah but he's going easy on John. That man ain't seeing stars." Leon mutters. "Of course. Favouritism isn't it?" Taker smirks.

They watch the match. (In other words..I do not want to rewrite the match.)

"Papas crazy!" Cassie gasps as shawn does a moonsault to the outside. "You know it" Leon nods as he pops one of the ice cubes from his bag into his mouth. "If that boy can stand after this match I'll be shocked." Taker mutters stealing one of Leon's ice cubes. "If pa can I'd be shocked. For a man with a near career ending back injuries he takes a hell of a lot of hits on if" Leon scoffs hitting his father's arm. "Shawn's got this win in the bag" hunter smirks. Leon smirks. "Of course he has" Leon nods.

They watch in awe as they keep countering each other. "Ill give them this, I am enjoying this match. You know, concussion and all" Leon yawns. "Stay awake, I can't be fucked to wake you up every three hours" Taker orders. "Go on papa! Go on John!" Cassie yells. "Not so loud" Leon whines. "Go on shawn!" Hunter yells causing the younger man to glare at him.

--

John's nerves left him quickly after the slap and his father was no longer stood across from him. It was just another superstar. He was no longer holding back.

He could hear his siblings cheering for him and shawn.

He could feel the pain.

He could feel the adrenaline.

--

Hunter sighs and hands the money over, watching in shock as Leon hands it straight to taker. "Of course" hunter groans handing taker money. "Pleasure doing business with ya" taker smirks.

Leon suddenly jolts forward, hundreds of emotions rushing through him at once. "You good kid?" Taker asks. Leon's eyes widen as he looks at John.

John hunches over, emotions suddenly overcoming him as he glances at his laid out papa. He did that. No one else, he did that. All for a stupid belt. He wipes at his eyes as he's handed the belt. Even as he stands and his hand is raised nothing feels good about it. He lowers his hand and moves to his Papa, falling onto his knees next to him.

"Papa?" He asks quietly. Shawns eyes fall open and a lazy smile grows. "Hey bud" John helps him sit up. "Im sorry" John whispers. Shawn looks at him and tilts his head. "What for? That was an amazing match" Shawn smiles. John's eyes widen. "Just another day Johnny. We are still good. Still tag partners and still cooler than leon" Shawn smiles. "I heard that!" Leon yells. This causes John and shawn to laugh as they hug. "At least we ain't concussed" Shawn huffs glancing at the boy. John chuckles. "I don't know yet. Ask me in a few hours" he smiles.

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Cassie holds Shawn and John's hands as they walk down the hall. "You two are so awesome!" Cassie smiles. "Thanks bug" Shawn smiles at the girl. "Im feeling good about that match" John nods. "I reckon we can do better. Knock em off their feet" Shawn comments. "Yeah? You down for another fight?" John asks. "Of course. You? It wasn't bad was it?" Shawn asks. "I'd love to" John smiles.

They pause at the sudden groan. All three turn around to see taker and Leon leaning against each other, starting to eat the ice cubes from takers ice bag, Leon's empty one rested on his head. "I think we need to get them to joe" Shawn suggests. "Yeah, I'll help Taker." John huffs moving towards the man. "Cmon lee" Shawn chuckles taking the boy. "Im fine" Leon slurs. "Looks like we were the only safe ones tonight" John chuckles. "Hes concessed. I just hurt my ribs" Taker points out. "Im not...yeah..yeah I am.." Leon huffs resting his head on shawns shoulder. "You both did great tonight." Taker states. "Yeah real proud. Can.can we go home?" Leon asks.

"Yeah yeah, let's go" John chuckles.

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NOTES

Oh yeah

I got completely lost and lost check of the ask

But I like the out come.

Maybe.

I'm tired.

Idk.

Enjoy? :)?

[galla02006]

What did you do?! Brucinette [CrackFic]

Thought of this when I was reading this

I’m making this a Brucinette just because it makes more sense in my opinion.

—

(This takes place in Wayne manor, Marinette and Bruce are married.)

Marinette was packing a bag while Bruce was sulking when Dick entered: Hey, Mom, I need your help wit- what are you doing? Why are you packing a bag?! Did Bruce do something?!

Bruce: Dick Marinette’s leavi-

Before he could finish what he was saying Dick cut him off yelling: HEY GUYS. COME QUICK!!! EMERGENCY!!! B DID SOMETHING TO PISS MOM OFF SO NOW SHE’S LEAVING!!! 😱😰

Both Jason and Damian were the first ones to arrive.

Jason: WHAT DID B DO!?😰

Damian: FATHER, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!😰

Jason: Is it because he's old? 🤔😰😨

Bruce: what th-😐

Barbra was next followed by Stephanie dragging a barely awake Tim.

Both Barbra and Stephanie: WHAT DID HE DO?!😰😱

Stephanie : it’s probably because of his fashion taste, just look at him.😰😫

Barbra: he’s probably going bald, is that why?!😩

Bruce: he- 😑

Tim: he probably said or did something stupid again.☕️🥱🙄😕

And in our lord and savior's typical fashion, Alfred shows up out of nowhere and says: shame on you master Wayne. (Smh) 😔

Bruce: bu..but-😥😓

Damian: Pennyworth gather my belongings, I’ve decided, if mother and father wish to get a divorce, I shall live with mother. 😔

Bruce: di-?

Dick: DIVORCE!?😰���

Jason: it was fun while it lasted, After you’re done with demon spawns stuff help me with mine.🤚😔🙃

Cassandra: I help too!! 😃🙋‍♀️

(Wtf, where’d she come from!?)

Barbra: Come on Dick, we need to get our stuff too, Steph go help Tim with his.. whatever?

Bye Bruce it was fun while it lasted. 😔😢☹️👋

Dick: I ca- can’t believe it’s ov- over.. just like that...😭

Everyone starts walking out of the room talking when suddenly Marinette screams: EVERYONE STOP! 😤

Everyone stops and turns to look at Marinette

Everyone: yes?🥺🥸🙂

Marinette: WTH?! Your father and I aren’t getting a divorce!😠😤

Dick: Then only separation?🥺😭

Marinette: no! I’m leaving for a mission not divorcing Bruce!😤

.

..

…

Everyone: ooooohhhh😯

…

..

.

Jason: what’s for lunch?😃😋🤔

Alfred: lasagna, master Ja-🙂

And just like that everyone was out of the room back to their respective places

Bruce:

(don’t mind the bad and lazy art)

—

Low key everyone jabbing at Bruce 😂

Welcome to the dark age 🥸