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cptstverogers‌!

Steve doesn’t think, often, before he acts. Usually, he just does what he thinks is right. And in this case, he thinks it’s only polite that he helps the woman with picking up her belongings. When she seemingly blurts out a response – one that makes Steve wince in sympathy – he says, “No, m’am – I should be the one to apologize. It’s my fault for not havin’ been paying attention. Besides, you seemed to be in quite the hurry, which is understandable if you worked a twenty-four-hour shift.”

He remembers the days where his Ma would come home from long shifts at the hospital as well, dark bags under her eyes as she’d stumble into their tiny apartment, muttering about the day in which she had and the day that would only follow tomorrow. So he can only be more appreciative – and respectful – to the woman in front of him. A whole lot of strength and resilience comes with working a twenty-four hour (or longer!) shift. 

Now, Steve takes himself back to the moment by handing the woman her belongings, making sure not to drop any of them as he does so. At the woman’s question, a flush appears on the blond’s cheeks, and he looks down at his feet, having already stood up again.

“Uh, er. Well, I- I ‘spose I work out every so often. Six times a week, probably? I, uh. I mean, I go for a run every mornin’. It’s real great. Sorry ‘bout that again, by the way. Are you sure you’re alright?” Worry checks into his features then, and he takes a moment to scan the woman’s face for any sign of alarm or anger. Then, in a moment, he changes his expression, holds out his hand, and says, “’m Steve Rogers, by the way. It’s a pleasure to meet you, m’am.”

of course. no way was any man ever that polite and kind when interacting with a woman — hell, anyone when they head-on collide with them. that and never has she so soundly rebounded off another person like that. yeah, she liked to believe she was a little tank herself, having completely tackled men that bragged about how much they bench. but against CAPTAIN AMERICA? no dice.

between the exhaustion and trying not to drop everything all over again as she accepted them, she dropped her head with a laugh. “nice to meet you, steve rogers. i would ask ol’ cap himself how he stays so in shape, like there was ever a chance of getting that good. sorry for the rather jarring introduction — i’m stephanie brown. i’ve heard bruce wayne talk about you, not to mention all the tabloids.”

the night had gone rather uneventfully. that didn’t mean there was still something to pop into once or twice. and in her reckless pursuits, she often returned with a badge of battle. just a couple bruises this time. hence the need to carry around all the concealer that had tumbled out of her bag. steph considered investing in makeup for how much she spends on it. but no, she was no worse for the wear after running into him.

“i’m really okay,” she assured, shouldering her bag. “having a good morning?”

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cptstverogers‌!

When Steve had been buried beneath a layer of ice, dead to the world and to all those he loved within it, he had time to think. He had time to think about the life he had lived, the people he had lost, and the life he would have lived if he had only survived. And then, when SHIELD had found his body a mere seventy years later – cold, frozen and almost-lifeless –  he’d awoken to a new world without those he had come to love. He had woken in a world without any place to call home.

But now, he has a home. He has friends, and he has a family. Children to call his own, friends that will never leave his side – he is finally home.

Home has taken a while to get to, though, and it’s been one hell of a journey too. And now, as he walks down the familiar path from his apartment to the community college he teaches at, he allows himself a moment to take it all in.

Until someone smacks right into him.

Not realizing he’s been blocking the way for this one individual, he says, “’m sorry, ‘m sorry. Didn’t realize I was blockin’ the way.” And then, he notices the array of items the other person has dropped and immediately bends down to help pick them up. “I swear to God, I get real clumsy in the morning. I apologize once again for – uh. This.”

one of these days, steph was really going to need to get a hold of her poor time management skills. it was already morning and she had yet to make it home. successfully changed into civilian clothes, she left the mouth of the alleyway, still shoving her uniform chest piece into her backpack, when she barrelled right into another person.

a strapping figure at that. the man hardly seemed to react while stephanie took a couple bumbling steps backward, more preoccupied with keeping the bat symbol out of sight than actually wondering how the hell this guy was so stalwart. however, the front zipper was still opened after applying a bit of concealer for a bruise, so of course all her makeup, pens, and i.d. badge for entrance into the psych ward scattered across the ground. stooping to collect the lost items, she started, “i’m so sorry, no really, that was TOTALLY my fault. i just finished a night shift and haven’t slept in over 24 hours, so i’m just... a mess. honestly. don’t even worry about it.”

it wasn’t a lie, if she was getting technical with it. but she had actually finished a day shift working at the psych ward and went right into patrolling roof tops overnight, losing track of time until the sun was abruptly rising and telling her to go to her damn bed. “gotta say, what’s your gym routine? ‘cause you didn’t move a muscle and it felt like a solid rugby body check.”

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exhumcd‌!

There was so many fancy coffee machines out there in the world that it was almost ironic that Steph still has this one. No point in replacing what wasn’t broken, right? Jason just smiles as he takes another sip out of his mug. It was refreshing almost, as much as someone like him could feel. When you’re the UNDEAD sometimes he wonders what decaying would feel like. At times he was convinced it’s the feeling of having no coffee.

Jason glances over at the scars when Steph lifts her arm, the pink mark from teeth clearly there. “You can always design a new one to show it off — let the world see those GUNS.” He teases as he puts down his empty cup now that he’s finished with it. 

with a half-hearted laugh, steph dropped her arm back down to the table beside her coffee mug. “god, and you know, i always meant to pick up sewing. i was thinking of taking a class. besides, i already asked babs if she would be willing to redesign the costume, and she said that it was unnecessary expenditure. so, i guess it’ll have to wait.”

it was easier to keep in contact with barbara when the com was right there in her ear every other night she could manage to patrol the town as batgirl. but as for the rest of the family, it was a little harder. with that in mind, she tilted her head inquisitively at the red hood. “what about you? what about your guns?” referring to the actual weapon but knowing that jason might just as well launch into his fitness regime.

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fayegrayson‌!

This was unexpected, the kindness was sweet though. She steps away from her studies — looking over some research of her own. She likes to look into new techniques for fun, always good to be knowledgeable in a world like this where she was taking care of others so often. The injuries she sees aren’t always common ones either so it’s always an experience in dealing with it. 

“I’m always in need of coffee! Thank you so much.” Faye had a feeling there was more to it than this, but she smiles as she pulls back from her desk. “I’ll keep my lips sealed, patient confidentially you know.” She says with that smile still spread over her face. “How does it feel? The wound? Stitches holding up?”

the blonde browsed idly over the various research texts she saw strewn over the space. studies, no doubt. glad she didn’t have to do that anymore –– not that working as a psw came with no paperwork either.

at the mention, stephanie chuckled. lifting up the hem of her shirt revealed a slash to left lateral side of her abdomen. just enough to warrant stitches. the closest contact that night was faye, and she knew the girl had a knack for patching up as a way of practice. the line of the slice was pretty neat, and the stitches bore no signs of infection. “it’s nice work,” stephanie commented, dropping her shirt back into place. “definitely won’t stand out amongst the rest, so you’ve got one happy patient here. any others come by recently? any cool injuries you can share?”

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agvnt‌!

“ oh let them make a report. make my day. “ there’s a phone in maria’s hand as she spoke— fingers flying as she texted something back to someone somewhere. blue eyes narrowed— jaw steel and grinding together as she hit send and then pocketed the phone. “ politicians and bureaucrats are pieces of shit, spoiler. consider yourself lucky you don’t have to be involved with any. “ the ice in maria’s veins are only out leveled by the fire in her voice. the anger as she stepped towards the purple clad woman. then. glanced to the top of the high rise building. above her line of sight. well.

“ actually. a roof sounds good. i have sensitive information. for you. “ generally she sent her agents out for this so. clearly. this was important.

cool blue followed the agent’s moves with a subtlety that still had yet to be mastered, but that was just stephanie’s style. the stressed actions lost their importance when she heard the title that she had been addressed with. a spike of panic sliced deep in her chest, then melted away as she assured herself there was nothing really to be concerned about. she was one of the good guys, right?

“i haven’t heard that name in a while,” the blonde replied evenly. “no point in maintaining the mystery –– i’ve been flying the bat symbol for a while now,” and she gestured toward the said badge of honour on her chest. “still got a bit of purple to it, though.”

then she connected the dots. tried to keep her emotions as best under control as she could. tongue in cheek, she nodded her head toward the doors of the nearest building. “how about we just take the elevators. my nearest grappling hook is in the trunk of my car underground and i have a hunch we don’t have the time for that.”

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“ are you jealous? “ // @mcnorgod

yes.

“no,” stephanie tried to say with as much dignity as she could muster all at once. it was so obviously a lie that she had to back it up with some sort of weak explanation. maybe if she delivered it right, someone like an asgardian who was still adapting to earthling talk could be fooled into believing she hadn’t just been muttering under her breath about how RIDICULOUS his body was (and how incredibly jealous she was that it took so much effort to maintain her own form).

“i just don’t get why your outfit doesn’t have sleeves,” the blonde humphed. “captain america has sleeves; you don’t see him strutting around and sporting rock-hard biceps that could crush a coconut with ease.” okay, so she was being a baby about it. she was definitely going to have to give up soda now.

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“ they’re totally checking you out right now. “ // @hcllacious

the urge to jump at the mention was strong, as if stephanie wasn’t a grown ass woman who should have their teenage libido under control. even after all this time, the batgirl still found a way to incorporate some fashion of flirting into nearly every mission, if it allowed.

“who, where? are they cute?” she rapid fired the woman in front of her, keeping her voice low. hands smoothed over her hips as she continued, “it’s the jeans, isn’t it? i knew they made my ass look good –– they’re new.” then a thought struck her and she stopped her motions, adapting a more serious expression and tone. “oh, wait. or did you mean i’m being watched?”

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“ i swear to god i’m going to scream at the top of my lungs. “ // @agvnt

maybe it was the prying nature in stephanie brown, or maybe she was more compassionate than she let on –– maybe BOTH. but she couldn’t not ask the disgruntled agent in front of her what was wrong, even if the circumstance didn’t bode well for a response. they knew of each other and that was just about it. still, it certainly felt like an invitation to be asked what she would be screaming for.

“you wanna go to like, a roof or something? they’re usually a bit more isolated, speaking from experience. less likely for someone to call in a report if you really need to let one rip.” she started thinking if she had a grappling hook nearby, could get them up a couple high-rises faster than any elevator would.

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exhumcd‌!

“It should be my theme song.” Jason admits as he takes the mug slid over to him. He really needed this right now as he lifts the hot drink to his lips. He doesn’t even mind that it was made from a shitty coffee machine, coffee was coffee. “Ah, this isn’t so bad actually. You’re getting better at this.” He jokes as he lifts up the mug, in a way of toasting before he places it on the counter. “What’s new anyway? Anything exciting happen last night?”

a glare is not lost over the rim of her own mug as she takes a healthy gulp, though it is merely playful. she liked to think of it as less of an operator error as much as it was the fact that bruce never allowed steph to buy a new coffee machine. young stephanie brown had her eye on the most beautiful italian espresso station, but no...

at the question, she positioned a hip to lean against the counter with a sigh. “i worked at the psych ward last night –– and the only thing ‘new’ i have to report is of this new scar i got a couple months back.” she held aloft her arm, pale pink scars clearly derived from teeth just above her elbow. “too bad you can’t see it in uniform, i think it’d look sick to show off to some thugs.”

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“ who do you think you are? “ // @agentromancff

was this chick serious? stephanie looked down at her chest –– where a yellow bat symbol was clearly emblazoned across her bust, stark against the black and purple uniform. oh god... what if people still don’t recognize her, even after all this time? that was definitely worse.

covering up the lapse of self-doubt with humour, a clear coping mechanism hardened through the years, she lifted crystalline eyes to meet the redhead and plastered on her best camera-ready smile. “well, i’m CLEARLY superman.” emphasizing the point by widening her stance, hands on the hips, flexing just to resemble the blue boy scout. “how can i help you, young lady?”

jesus, she really was a loser.

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“ i’m not good for you , trust me. “ // @alivses

how did they end up here? it was a little hard to tell, really. it happened some spontaneously, so suddenly, steph had barely a chance to cover her features with the batgirl’s cowl before she was quite literally jumping into a car with this brusque woman. darkness crept in from all sides, the streetlights feeble in reaching down the dank alley. she took a moment to scope outside the car to assure the cover hadn’t been blown before turning in her seat.

“don’t you think that’s something for someone else besides YOURSELF to decide?” the masked blonde countered, finishing with a tight smile meant to be more friendly than it appeared. it probably wasn’t the wisest decision stephanie’s made, partnering momentarily with a stranger, but it seemed they both shared a common interest –– tailing a couple low-level mafia members in hopes of finding even just a small hub for their activity. “are you with the police? i didn’t think my standing with the force had gotten that sour.”

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“ please, let me listen to celine dion in the dark in peace. “ // @hauntedcrusader

the ominous voice belonging to none other than bruce wayne was enough to stop anyone in their tracks, but stephanie only for a second. then the words registered in her brain and she made a curious expression before passing over it completely. another second and then she was replying.

“that’s both shocking and somehow not,” the blonde quipped, a hand lifting to brush a lock of hair more suitably over her face. curtaining the blossoming of a black eye. she should’ve left the cowl on but it had become a force of habit to pull it back the moment she entered the batcave. “i’ll leave you alone in a minute –– don’t want to interrupt your ‘private time.’ i just needed to grab something.” as the batgirl started off to rummage around for some gauze –– she was fresh out at home and didn’t feel up to arriving at a hospital in full uniform –– she chuckled and called over her shoulder. “you’d think you would’ve taken the necessary precautions to keep me from sneaking back into the ‘cave. again.”

sometimes it was just too easy to throw a jab at the dark knight.

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“ is this a gift for me? “ // @fayegrayson

in stephanie’s hands was a whole case of starbucks cold brew, suitable for on-the-go and just about the ONLY thing that kept her from teetering over the edge when she had been in college. between faye helping out the wayward vigilante that would come crawling through her window in the early mornings hours (i.e. stephanie) and studying for med school, the batgirl was sure faye needed some caffeine to keep working as hard as she did.

“yeah, actually!” the blonde smiled, setting the six-pack of glass bottles, swirling with a delicious caramel coloured drink, on the counter. “but also –– maybe you don’t tell your dad about you having to stitch me up the other night? i may be older than i was when i was robin, but he still likes to lecture me from time to time when i’m being ‘reckless.’” there was air quotations and a roll of her eyes to punctuate.

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“ hello darkness my old friend … “ // @exhumcd​

“is that just your theme song or a cute new nickname?” stephanie jested, having slid over a similar steaming mug of coffee toward the older former robin before taking up her own heavily sugared drink. sure, batman was the most technologically inclined person in the world — at least in stephanie’s. but there was one thing that just didn’t seem to grow old as fine and that was the crappy coffee maker. it had character, she could give it that. even brought a bit of nostalgia when she took a sip. and how odd it was to share a mug with jason of all people.

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“ okay! that’s it! put your dukes up! “ // @cfrobins 

the glow of the fantastically lit shooter game darted across stephanie’s features as she let the words hang in the air for a second. in front of her, tim held aloft two ridiculous replicas of assault rifles connected to the arcade game, awaiting her reaction.

“that can’t be the kind of stuff you say when you bust through a skylight and into a drug op,” the blonde deadpanned, a chuckle escaping afterwards despite the tone. she hipped tim to his side of the game, taking an assault rifle from his hand to bring up to her eye. she wasn’t crazy about guns but she sure did know how to hold one. even if it was just a game simulation. “let’s see if you have any game to back it up, drake!”

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random sentence starters

random sentences for any / multiple scenario(s). change around as you see fit.

“ who do you think you are? “

“ wait , did you just say you love me? “

“ please just … leave me alone. “

“ i’m so happy! “

“ is this a gift for me? “

“ hey! i’ve got something for you! wait right here! “

“ i love you. “

“ shut up! shut the fuck up! “

“ who told you that?! i didn’t say that! “

“ w — what? “

“ … i’m sorry. “

“ what? ME have a crush on YOU? whaaaaaat?! haha! what? pfft … shut up! “

“ bitch , guess what? “

“ oh my god … “

“ fuck you to fucking hell! “

“ man … go to hell. “

“ what did you just send me? “

“ what did you just say? “

“ they’re totally checking you out right now. “

“ jealous?! i’m not jealous! “

“ are you jealous? “

“ wow … you’re hot when you’re angry. “

“ wow … your smile is breathtaking. “

“ you’re so stupid. “

“ okay! that’s it! put your dukes up! “

“ you don’t want me. “

“ question , you’re not dating anyone , are you? “

“ let me take you out on a date. “

“ i swear to god i’m going to scream at the top of my lungs. “

“ no! don’t tickle me! “

“ i’m not good for you , trust me. “

“ no offense but i’m out of your league. “

“ so , how does it feel to know me? a blessing , isn’t it? “

“ … why does this card say ‘ happy 3rd birthday ‘? “

“ so what will it be tonight? “

“ please , let me listen to celine dion in the dark in peace. “

“ i don’t love you. “

“ you don’t love me. “

“ … is there something you want? “

“ you know , you’re really cute. “

“ god , just let me fucking love you , you idiot! “

“ shh … don’t cry. “

“ i just feel like everything is falling apart. “

“ DON’T YOU DARE! DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE! “

“ hello darkness my old friend … “

“ so … do i get a goodnight kiss? “

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⎣ blake lively, cisfemale, she/her ⎤I just saw [ STEPHANIE BROWN ] walking around new york, they’re [ 36 ] years old and go by [ BATGIRL ]. they’re also a [ PERSONAL SUPPORT WORKER ] when they can. at their best they’re [ RESILIENT & INGENIOUS ] but at their worst they can be [ FOOLHARDY & JEALOUS ]. ( jo, she/her, 23, EST )

hi guys, i’m jo!!! i brought along my underrated princess, stephanie brown and i’m super excited to be a part of this writing group flaksdjfs i’ve been rp’ing for a while now but this will only be about my second time writing here so there’ll be details below the cut! aLSO please feel free to message me on here at anytime cause i don’t have discord DONT HATE ME

ABOUT ME

i’m jo and i just graduated college and now work as a physiotherapist assistant every day of the week so i’ll be around in the evenings and weekends!! i’m EST, so lemme know if there’s any conflicting time schedules and we can def figure it out :) i love playing red dead redemption 2, annoying my fur babies until they hate me, and ANGST. yes. please plot angst with me hehehe. now steph!!!

STEPHANIE BROWN

now, i’ve only played her a handful of times and she’s still a developing character in my muse but I LOVE HER and think she deserves more attention!! 💕

i combine bits of the verses into my steph and say that she still keeps up the mantle of batgirl, but i def still see that spoiler side in her that creeps out from time to time

i chose to play her without children because i know that steph had a daughter in the past and had to give her up for adoption. since i like angst, i like to think steph always harbors a sadness at losing her daughter and wouldn’t be able to mother further children in good conscience. that and, let’s face it, she gets beat up a lot??? like, A LOT? (tortured by black mask, shot in a drive-by, shot by gangsters, faking deaths and starting new lives, etc.) so she probably can’t even bear children anymore :(

steph likes brunch, staying fit by working as a psw in a psych ward, and going out at night as batgirl cause there’s nothing like the thrill of socking a bastard in the face :)