#and steph hiding whatever hes saying behind the towel before that huge grin and laugh….

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steph curry & klay thompson reunite post-game (15 december 2024)

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Batman x oc (2)

Bruce flittered through the crowd, charming each of the guests with a flattering smile, and a sweeping introduction of – "my son, Timothy, CEO of Wayne Enterprises". The 17 year old smiles, his graduation day at 16 well behind him now, the business world in full swing – not to mention his nighttime escapades. It had taken me a while to put a name to each face behind a mask, but I eventually settled with Tim as Red Robin. Jason was easy, of course, none of the others could have gotten away with the guns, but he'd started before Bruce knew it was him. I had very little patience for events such as these, but I had been trained well, and I knew how to smile at the flatulent businessmen, how to talk up our achievements, how to catch their eye with a well-fitted dress. Stephanie seemed to be managing the same, though with very few business interests to gain. It was practice, I suppose, and the gossip of Gotham's mega-rich would undoubtedly unfold into a few new plots. Still, the girl showed promise.

"You know, you'd make a brilliant CEO one day, Miss Brown," I smiled, as we both retreated from the room at the same time. "It is a tiring game to play," Stephanie answered, "But I suppose it has use. You seem to rather enjoy it." "I cannot think of anything worse," I replied, truthfully, "But the company doesn't run without connections, and without the company there's no charity, and without the charity Gotham's streets are clogged with the bodies of children who don't belong there." Stephanie nodded, just as Jason, Dick, and Cassandra rounded the corner, chatting among one another, Cassandra's hands moving as quickly as the other's voices. She'd found it easier to learn sign language than speech, the art of her body always stronger than her tongue. "Ah, Steph!" Jason called, noticing the two, "Miss Agadhi." "Jay-bird, I've known you since before you tried to steal poor Bruce's hubcaps," I laughed, standing on my tip toes to ruffle the taller boy's – man's – hair. He flushed red a little, sticking his tongue out at me. "Yeah, yeah, Mama B," he huffed, flicking his hair back into place. "No need to rub it in." "No need to call me Miss Agadhi," I retorted, smiling. "Dick, how are you?" I signed my greeting to Cass, and she beamed back, fingers moving in a speedy response. Bruce has been looking for you all evening, you know. The girl grinned, cheekily. Well I haven't exactly been hiding. I laughed, face flushing a slight red. Uh huh, that's why you're lurking back here, then she accused. I came back here to congratulate Steph on her CEO-esque behaviour I protested back. "There you all are!" Damian's voice interrupted. "Father sent me to get you. Commissioner Gordon's getting his award now, you can't miss this. And Dick, Barbara's waiting for you." "Shit!" Dick swore, scampering off. "Thanks Dami!" Damian attempted to glare after him, but the softness in his eyes lessened the threatening effect slightly.

"Congratulations, Jim," I smiled, making my way over to Jim, Dick, and Barbara near the stage. "I think that's the first time I've seen an officer in Gotham given such a high award by someone whose payroll they aren't on." "You have always been far too cynical for your own good, Billie," he answered, warmly, as I planted a warm kiss on each of his cheeks. "It is difficult not to be, today," I replied, "And yet, you still manage to find the good in this city and it's people." "Says the woman who scraps about with the gutter kids," Jason retorted, approaching from the other side. "Children learn," I answered, "Take you, for example, Jay-bird. From haunting gutters and stealing hubcaps to the second son of a billionaire. I maintain that you should get back to Uni – you would make an excellent face for the Martha Wayne Arts Foundation." "He's still very good at stealing hubcaps," Bruce frowned, appearing beside them, "He just also reattaches them after a few days." "An improvement nonetheless," I chuckled, stepping back to allow him to join the circle. His pressed black shirt and jacket were doing a strong job of hiding his injuries, but I could see the blood soaking through the dark fabric. "Whatever you say, Mama B," Jason laughed, just as the band launched into a classical song. "I haven't seen either of you dance all night. Go on, off you go." He shooed us both off to the dance floor, and I wasn't sure whether to thank him or to cuff him over his unnecessarily tall head. "May I have this dance?" Bruce chuckled, exasperatedly. "Just this one, and then we need to do something about that," I answered, taking his hand. He nodded, reluctantly, and led me onto the dance floor.

I think it was harder to be able to escape the room without starting rumours than it was to drag Bruce through the halls of the hotel. Bruce left first, excusing himself to go check on the kitchen staff, while I remained stuck in conversation with one of the duller businessmen. Stephanie and Tim made the mistake of walking too close behind me, and I grabbed Steph's wrist, hauling them both into the conversation. "Have you met Stephanie, sir?" I inquired, innocently. "She'll be working with the company, probably even as CEO when I step down onto the board." Stephanie caught herself in gawking at me, but quickly introduced herself to the man, as I drew Tim forward as well. "And, of course, you must know Timothy? He's CEO of Wayne Enterprises now," I explained, letting Tim slip on his CEO role as easily as Stephanie had. The conversation flickered for a few moments, before the man was drawn so in depth into Stephanie and Tim's antics that I could slip away, excusing myself politely.

"I saw Glenn Thompson catch you," Bruce laughed, waving away my apology as I entered. "You saw and you didn't think to help me?" I cried, melodramatically, as I rifled through the contents of his med kit. "You're the one who didn't want to start any rumours," he teased, smirking. "Well, I just started the main rumour for the night anyway," I considered, impatiently gesturing for him to unbutton his blood-soaked shirt. "Any rumour about us would be small fry compared to that." "What'd you say?" he asked, wincing as I pasted antiseptic over the seeping wound. "I introduced Stephanie to Thompson as my successor as CEO," I answered, easily, not looking up to meet his eyes. "You what?" he questioned, and I could feel his incredulous stare burning into me. "She's very good at taking on a role, that girl," I continued, absently, "I'm going to sit on your lap now, otherwise it's going to be damn near impossible for me to stitch this." "You introduced Stephanie Brown, dating-Tim-Drake-CEO-of-Wayne-Enterprises Stephanie Brown, as your successor as CEO to a business partner?" he queried, as I settled on his lap to restitch the wound on his chest. "I intend to follow through on it, don't worry," I continued, carefully digging the needle into the wound. "I didn't give the girl false hope. She's very good at this." "Fuck, those two are going to rule the world," Bruce sighed, pinching his nose. "You're actually going to make Steph CEO of Agadhi Fashion?"

"Woah, I did not need to–" The door swung open, revealing Tim and Steph. "I'm stitching a cut on his shoulder, Tim," I called back, as he retreated behind the door again. "It's safe, don't worry." It creaked back open, and Steph led the way in. "'Have you met Stephanie? She'll be working with the company, probably even as CEO when I step down to the board'," she mimicked, desperately. "What the fuck Billie?" "Well, I meant to ask you in an official capacity but it was an emergency!" I apologised, tying off the stitches. "Wait, what? You were serious?" she jumped back, staring at me with wide eyes. "You're going to make me CEO of Agadhi Fashion?" "Yes," I nodded, calmly, rinsing some of the blood out of Bruce's shirt as he reached for a new one. "I told you, you would make a very good CEO. It is only fair I give you that chance." "Did you put her up to this?" Steph asked, spinning to face Bruce. "Is this you trying to test me again? I thought we'd established that I don't like being tested." "He didn't put me up to this, Steph," I assured her, tossing Bruce's shirt over the towel rack to dry and taking her by the shoulders. "I swear, this has nothing to do with Bruce. It's about your potential, and what you can make of yourself. Hell, you've already made yourself a crime-fighter, why not a billionaire CEO?" Stephanie stared at me, suspiciously, then her face broke into a beautiful smile. "Oh my god! Thank you so much!" She leapt forward, encasing me in a strangling hug. I smiled, gently wrapping my arms around her. "You earned this for yourself, Steph." Tim looked a lot less uncomfortable than he had when he opened the door, as his girlfriend returned to him, grinning widely.

"And you, Timothy Drake. I can't believe you accused me of sneaking away from a business partner to have sex!" He winced, scrumpling up his nose. "It was a very compromising position," he defended himself, "You were sitting in his lap!" "I was stitching him up! Would you have preferred I just did a shit job of stitching?" I asked, folding my arms. "No, but...ugh..." He stuck his tongue out at both of us, wincing. "It's not my fault you two have been pi–" "Tim!" Bruce interrupted, folding his arms as well. Tim huffed, rolled his eyes, then pulled the door open again. "Well, we're going back to the party," he announced, imperially, "Are you two going to join us?" "If it'll end this conversation, I'll talk to Thompson for an hour," I replied, sweeping past him with a grin, and leading the way out of the room. Tim, Stephanie, and Bruce all gaped after me, before scrambling to catch up.

"How long are you staying in Gotham for, Mama B?" Jason asked, curiously, before scooping up a huge chunk of lamb. "I'll be here for a while," I replied, thoughtfully. "The headquarters are moving back to Gotham, so I'm looking to buy an apartment." "Why are you moving the company back?" Steph queried, quietly. "I've got business I need to attend to in Gotham, and I'd like to spend more time with the charity here. We seem to be letting people down," I answered, smiling sadly. "How so?" Jason asked, just as someone at the end of the table cleared their throat, tapping gently against the wine glass. I caught Bruce's eye with an internal groan, as Glenn Thompson stood, glass in hand, drivelling about one achievement or another.